L.Fox's Erotic Stories - Mireille's Journal

Mireille’s Journal - by LFox (c) 2007-2008 (Magic, M/F, Fsolo, Rape, F/F, Fist, viol, torture, M/TG, TG/TG, docking, F/Guar, f/Dog, (more to come)

(Based off the popular RPG TES Oblivion)

This is the journal of an Oblivion character of mine. Written in the characters words it follows her escape from prison and her life as an assassin/thief afterwards. It uses some quests from the game and its mods but a portion of them are made up by myself.

Authors Notes: I’ve been meaning to write a character journal since before Oblivion even came out. I’m not sure why it took me until now to start but ah well I guess I’m just lazy. I use the proper in game calendar for the entry dates for realism sake, you can find out the English translations of them at the link below.
http://www.imperial-library.info/calendar/

Potion recipes, ingredients and other various things are all from the game. The potions that are listed can actually be made in game with the same effects, although probably not nearly as powerful. The potion recipes were taken from the site below. It was much easier than wasting time in game or in the construction set to find out what potion takes what.
http://oblivion.melian.cc

(c) 2007-2008 by LFox
Mireille’s Journal

My name is Mireille, I’m 18 years old and I’m a female dark elf. I’m 5’8 with violet colored eyes and very short snow white hair. I have rather dark skin even for a dark elf, I keep my body well toned and my breasts are just in the B cups, I’ve never been very busty.

I suppose a brief sum up of my past is in order. I was born in Balmora, a city in Morrowind, at the age of 6 my parents died of corpus disease. With no close relatives or friends I decided I’d rather live on the streets than go to an orphanage. I survived by picking pockets and stealing food.

At the age of 8 I learnt just how dangerous the world could be so to defend myself I trained myself in using a short sword and archery. At 13 a man hired me to kill a woman, it was the first time I’d ever killed someone in cold blood but I didn’t feel sad or bad for doing it. Afterwards the man took me in and trained me to be a professional thief and assassin. He trained me fully how to pick locks, mix poisons, cast illusion magic and helped refine my skills with a dagger and a bow.

At age 18 we went to Cyrodill for a job which apparently was offered to a lot more than 1 group of assassins. Everything went to hell, the man I was with died during our escape and I got cornered and knocked out by the guards.

After blacking out during my escape I woke up in an imperial jail cell lying on a dirty sheet thrown over a pile of straw. All my gear is gone, my weapons, my armor…and my lock picks. It’s funny the only thing they did leave me was my journal, maybe it was by accident though because it was lying just outside the bars of my cell. Anyway they left me dressed in some filthy rags they had lying about and of course some comfy prison wrist cuffs. God only knows who was wearing these clothes before me and judging by the bones in this cell I don’t even want to know.

The bricks of my cell are an eerie green, most of them are drenched in thick green moss and for some reason there’s some chains hanging from the ceiling, probably to string up prisoners for torture. The floor isn’t even really a floor it’s just dirt and I’ve even seen some rats scurrying about the place. There’s a window in my cell way up the top on the back wall but it’s barred, I couldn’t even manage to get a look out with how slippery the walls are.

Ever since I woke up some male dark elf in a cell across from me has been calling me, saying how beautiful I am and how much he wants to screw me. He was saying something about getting us put in the same cell, he’s obviously been here so long he knows all the guards personally.

Besides my cell and his I can see a hallway I’m not sure how long it is, where it leads, or how many cells are down here but there’s a staircase leading to the floor above just next to the dark elf’s cell which could be one possible way out.

Well regardless of my situation I plan to find a way out. While that idiot across the hall’s asleep and the guards are busy I’m going to check over the bricks in my cell tonight. With any luck, I may just find a way out.

Of course if I don’t I’m going to have to whittle one of these bones down into a lock pick. Then pick the heavy lock from my side of the cell and somehow sneak past about a dozen guards. Sure sounds fun especially without magic since I can’t cast any with these damn prisoner wrist cuffs on.

Well I was up all night checking my cell over brick by brick, so far I haven’t found anything. I’ve probably only searched a third of the bricks in my cell, it actually takes a lot longer than I thought it would.

After a few hours sleep I woke up to find a wooden bowl full of what can only be described as gruel sitting at the edge of my cell. The stuff doesn’t even remotely look like food, it’s just white mush and what’s worse, it tastes even more horrible than it looks. I tried feeding some to a rat, no surprise but the rat wouldn’t even eat it.

I spent the whole night searching the bricks again, it’s odd the right wall of my cell doesn’t really seem like an actual wall, if that makes any sense. It’s more of a feeling but something doesn’t feel right about it. I ran out of time last night, that idiot across from me woke up but I’m going to give it a much closer look tonight. I think it might be my key to getting out of here.

Well as amazing as it is I’m out. As I write this I’m sitting by a small fire near a lake but more on that later.

It took me several hours of searching the bricks last night but I finally found one of them can be pushed in. Now normally you’d think oh yeah it can be pushed in, obvious right? Well this brick hadn’t been touched in decades, so when I first pushed on the brick nothing even happened. Hell the thing was so stuck I practically forced my arm through the wall to get it to move. When it did move though almost the entire wall opened up revealing a passage with dirt walls.

It’s no wonder I never noticed the passage on the first night, the bricks were so covered in moss and dust that you couldn’t even make out that there was a passageway. Anyway I made my way through the passage, it was pretty small and cramped at first but after walking for a distance I finally came into this HUGE underground area.

It was beautiful white brick everywhere with large white columns holding up the ceiling, there were large portions of smashed bricks and broken pieces lying about though. Judging by the looks of the place I’d say it hadn’t been used in a long long time. No doubt it was some kind of secret escape passage, I don’t see any other reason it would be built so well with snow white bricks.

I walked through the place until I came to a large locked gate. I tried shifting it and banging on it but it was no use, without a lock pick I wouldn’t be getting it open. I stepped back to look around for another way to head that’s when I noticed a break in the wall to the right of the gate. I stepped through it carefully I came into a large pitch black area with green bricks and a dirt floor.

In the far corner I saw some light shining in so I headed over to it, when I did I found a skeleton lying on the ground. I searched over the skeletons body and managed to find some lock picks, a bow, some arrows, a quiver and a short sword. Well the first thing I did was grab one of the lock picks and jam it into the keyhole of my prison wrist cuffs. With only a little twisting and turning they sprung open, I quickly tossed them across the room. With them off I could finally use my magic again, the first thing I did was motion my hand to cast a night eye spell.

Instantly everything was lit up in a brilliant purple hue and it seemed to literally glow with light, boy was it too long since I’d gotten to use my night eye spell. I considered heading back to try to open the locked gate but I figured I was better off heading through the passageway. At least that way I had less chance of encountering guards, since I really had no way of telling if the passageway I was in was connected to other areas. So with the little gear I found I continued on my way.

After only a short walk I found a large rat scurrying about, this was no normal rat either this thing was huge, as large as a mud crab and a dark brown color. It looked my way, seeing me it quickly ran over, I wasn’t sure what it wanted at first but then it lunged at me so I quickly drew my sword and slashed it across the neck. The little beasts were big and hungry and they didn’t care if their food was still alive.

Since they wanted to eat me I put my sword away and continued with my bow in hand. I went over to the other side of the room and found a large wooden door, I slipped my lock pick in and with only a small twist it opened up, what an easy lock.

I opened it silently and continued through the passageway, I came to a corner and several rats ran past me completely ignoring me. When I peered around the corner I saw why, a zombie was chasing after them moaning and groaning with hunger. It was a grey rotting corpse and it stank worse than it looked, I couldn’t even tell anymore if it was a man or a woman because of how much it’d decayed. I drew an arrow, aimed around the corner and let it fly. It hit the rotting beast right in the forehead knocking it straight to the ground.

I ran over to the zombie and ripped my arrow free keeping it ready on my bow. I crept along the passageway head shotting the lousy rats as I came across them, I wasn’t about to let one of those things bite me. Who knows what kind of disease they might have. After a bit more walking I came to a huge open area, at least a dozen large stone pillars were holding wooden frames in place that were holding up the ceiling.

Looking up I could even see grating and above that bright light with white brick walls. From what I could tell I was under that passageway from earlier and by the way the passageway was heading, I was right under the imperial prison. I ran across the room and ducked through a tunnel, the place was like a maze and it would have been impossible to find a way out in the dark, thankfully I had my night eye to counter that.

Eventually I came to a small area, I could see a hole in the roof with light streaming in, it didn’t look like part of building either it looked like actual sunlight from outside. After gazing up at the light for a while I turned my attention to the wall, it had a break in it and it looked like it led into a cave passageway. Without hesitation I went in following it along. It was definitely a cave passageway there were cobwebs hanging everywhere and mushrooms growing on the dirt ground.

As I came to the end I found a wooden door, but most interesting of all rows of skulls strung on rope hanging from the ceiling. I never saw anything like this when I was in Morrowind so it was kind of a shock. Just to be safe I readied another arrow and slipped through the door, I could hear footsteps in the distance and as I got closer I could see a flare of white in my night eye vision as a torch was close.

I peeked around the corner and I couldn’t believe my eyes, goblins. I’d never seen them before and although I may have expected to encounter them eventually I never expected to find some underneath the imperial prison in a cave. I looked over the beast, it was pretty grotesque, it had green pasty skin with worn sandals and a rag for underwear. It’s head was bald and it was probably about the height of a bosmer if not a little shorter.

When it turned and I saw its face I was disgusted, it was hideous, big ugly eyes and…I can’t even put it in words, the thing was just disgusting. I slipped my bow around the corner and shot the thing between the eyes putting it out of its misery. I went over to its body and wrenched my arrow free, as I did I heard more footsteps in the distance.

I carefully made my way through the place, picking off the goblins at a distance with my arrows while at the same time being careful not to alert any others in the area. After a while I came to a downward slope with some logs piled up the top. I crept up behind the logs and peered over, two goblins were talking to each other, I couldn’t understand a damn word of it though.

I looked at the logs and smiled, with a small nudge the pile went rolling down the slope. I watched silently as the goblins screamed, one tried to run while the other stood still. The one stupid enough to stand still got a heavy log to the face. I’m pretty sure I heard a crack, I’d be surprised if it survived a hit from something that fast and heavy. The other goblin didn’t get far either, the logs quickly flattened the little bastard and that time I definitely heard several large cracks as its bones got smashed.

I casually strolled past the flattened goblins and continued on my way. The cave opened up into a gigantic area, there were large rocks scattered about the place, on the ceiling I could see large spiked rocks hanging down and towards the center of the cave it dipped down into a large pit. With my night eye I could see several goblins in the distance scattered about the place wearing heavy leather armor with axes in their hands, near the goblins I could make out several torches lighting up the area so they could see better.

On the far side of the cave I could see a goblin shaman standing under a stream of sunlight that came in from above. It was pretty obvious it was a shaman he wore, bones of all kinds all over him and had a large skull perched atop his head with a wooden staff in his hand. He was standing over a cauldron full of human skulls picking over them with his fingers, and behind him I could see my way out.

I didn’t really feel like fighting and the goblins had nothing even worth taking, except the shaman the staff he had in his hand looked like it might be worth a few Septims. So in the end I waved my hand putting on a short chameleon spell. I sneaked up to the shaman and drew my sword, I pushed the bastard out of the light and stabbed him through the neck. I was hoping by doing this his pals wouldn’t notice he’s dead as quickly. I quickly grabbed the staff and hightailed it through the passageway on the far end.

I followed the tunnel upwards and my chameleon spell expired, thankfully I didn’t hear any goblins following me. I came to a small area with a break in the wall and wouldn’t you know it, on the other side was the upper white brick level. I jumped down through the hole and continued on my way. Thankfully everything was silent, from what I could tell the upper white level was devoid of life, I guess nothing could really get in.

After several minutes of walking I came to a closed gate. I was about to pull out a lock pick to take a crack at it but then I kneeled down and looked in the keyhole. The lock springs were everywhere, there was no way I’d get it open even with a lock pick. So once again I was forced to look for an alternate route.

That time there was a side passage to the left, I followed it along until I came to a door. It was locked but it was also something I could pick, so after a little game of lock the spring in place the door unlatched. On the other side I only found a small grating hole in the floor, disappointing but after looking down I could see it led into the sewers and the grating wasn’t locked either.

With no other choice I made my way down the ladder and into the sewer, amazingly the place was worse than the cell I was in. The entire place was slimy green brick with moss growing all over the place even the ceiling. There were a couple broken barrels and boxes lying about but the most annoying thing is I heard noise in the distance. I sneaked through the sewers a short distance and peered around a corner, more rats and more goblins.

By this point I was tired, and just wanted to get the hell out of there. So rather then waste time I motioned my hand to turn on an invisibility spell. I had 60 seconds before I’d have to recast the spell but after keeping night eye on so long and using chameleon I was feeling a little drained especially after only being fueled by prison gruel.

I sprinted through the sewers being careful not to slip on the slimy bricks, as I passed a goblin it looked at me but just scratched its head, too dumb to figure out there was actually something there. The rats completely ignored me as I sprinted past, I ran a distance going around corners until BAM, a dead end. I quickly backtracked and went down a different tunnel, this time I came to a set of stairs. I followed them upwards and over a walkway to a barred gate.

Amazingly it was unlocked, I pushed it open and sprinted on and that’s when I saw it, light in the distance. I kept running and ran right into a small circular tunnel at the end I found it was barred but with beautiful sunlight on the other side. There was no lock so I couldn’t pick the damn thing but it was rusted, I stepped back and slammed the rusted grating with my bare foot. It creaked and moved, a few more kicks and the grating was sent flying.

I jumped out and was blinded by incredible light, I shielded my eyes and disabled my night eye spell. As I pulled my hand away I saw beautiful crystal clear water and across it grass and trees as far as the eye could see, the landscape seemed to glowed with heavenly light. I could even see a pile of white ruins on the other side of the water but there was smoke rising up from behind one of the walls. To my side I saw several bushes with a small wooden pier that stretched out over the water slightly. Finally I looked up at the sky, it was beautiful blue with soft white clouds scattered about.

After gazing at the sky for a moment I jumped into the water and swam across watching the mud crabs underwater as I passed by them. After a tiring long swim I emerged on the other side, I looked over at the ruins with the rising smoke, I knew what it was and I wasn’t about to go over there. It was bandits and I was in no mood to fool around with them. I followed the shore a distance south enjoying the fresh air and the soft sand, I found a small grassy area under a tree and collapsed.

I woke up several hours later to see a glorious orange sunset streaked across the sky. I quickly gathered up some fallen branches from the nearby trees and made a small fire using my little knowledge in destruction magic to get it lit.

So now I sit here near my fire, the sun has set and the moons are out. The thousands of stars shine brightly in the heavens. I’m free, I’m happy and boy I’m sick of writing. I’m going to go find some dinner because I’m starving, I could have sworn I saw a mud crab scurrying about earlier.

It took me a while but I found that mud crab I saw earlier, it had quite a bit of meat on it too. After dinner and resting for several hours I put my night eye spell on and walked around the lake surrounding the imperial city. It took me probably 6 hours of walking but I finally made it to the entrance at what I guess was 2 or 3 o’clock in the morning.

Now the imperial city is probably the biggest and most amazing city I’ve ever seen. It’s built like a circular fortress with 40 foot walls all around and between each section of the city. Because the entire thing is on an island surrounded by water, the only way in is by ship to the waterfront or across the stone bridge. The stone has gotta be at least a half a mile long maybe even more. I didn’t feel like swimming my way over to the waterfront so I went in the front across the large bridge.

I’ve seen it once before but words cannot describe how amazing it is, I can’t believe imperials somehow managed to build it. As I approached the entrance I could see a massive set of wooden gates at least 30 feet high and in the distance to the left a stable full of horses. Several guards were standing around the entrance and I could see a few more posted up on and around the walls and towers of the city. I figured no would know that I’d escaped yet but just to be safe I was ready to cast an invisibility and an athletics spell the moment things got ugly.

The guards themselves were well equipped probably the best, only falling short compared to the Ordinators in Morrowind. These guards had heavy brown steel armor from head to toe with large circular shields. The weapons they had that I did see, looked pretty good quality and very well looked after. Getting a sword or an arrow through that kind of armor to take down one of those guards wouldn’t be a easy task. The best you could hope for was to aim for the little part of their face and neckline that wasn’t protected by their helmet.

I walked by the guards with my head held low, they didn’t pay me any attention in fact one of them was half asleep using his spear to keep himself standing. As I walked through the gates I came into the Talos Plaza, it was just simply amazing. Every building was carefully crafted with white stone, the streets were nicely paved and the little patches of grass that were around were lush green with flowers growing everywhere.

In the center surrounded by circular pillars was a brilliant dragon statue with flowers and bushes growing around it. Oh yeah and I almost forgot when I looked up, I got a splendid view of Gold Tower in the distance. A true monument of the ages, a brilliant stone tower, the highest building in all of Cyrodill standing at several hundred feet.

After getting an eyeful I headed to the market district, passing briefly through the Elven Gardens. The Elven Gardens, are exactly what their called, beautiful flowers and bushes as far as the eye could see with plenty of space to sit down and relax. As I made my way into the market district none of the guards paid any attention to me, several of them however were on patrol scouring the area for thieves.

I walked through the area briefly admiring the large stone statues and checking out the stores. When one of the guards wasn’t looking I let myself in to a store called Divine Elegance I figured I could find some decent clothes there. When I got inside there were rows and rows of clothes everywhere on shelves and hanging on racks. There was even amulets and rings lied out in display cases on the main desk.

I leisurely looked through the clothing picking out a pair of black gloves, some black pants, a black shirt, black boots and a nice black cloak with a hood not to mention some decent underwear. Maybe blacks a little bland but I’d rather have a person have a hard time seeing me wearing black than wear something like white which practically throws a light spell on you.

After outfitting myself I checked the little chest hidden behind the desk, helping myself to a couple hundred Septims that were inside. I silently let myself out and headed over to a place called Slash N Smash for my next stop. I figured I could use some decent weaponry, after all I am the adventuring sort. Inside I found a pretty much identical scene to Divine Elegance. Rows and shelves stocked full with weapons, hell some were even mounted on the wall.

I dumped the garbage I picked up from the prison passageway and started leafing through the weapons. I picked out a small steel dagger, a steel bow with matching quiver and several dozen steel and silver arrows I figured that’d do me nicely for now. Before leaving I helped myself to the cash box hidden behind the main desk. Another couple hundred Septims for little to no effort, the security in the imperial city for stores is way too lax.

Next I headed on over to The Merchants Inn and rented a room, I would have preferred to stay in a place in the Talos Plaza but I figured at least at the Merchants Inn I’d blend in. Especially after several people find they carelessly misplaced their store earnings into my pocket.

When I woke up this morning I headed downstairs and got some breakfast. Some bread and marinated venison with a side of grapes, it’s no scrib jelly sandwich but it was still pretty good. The moment I stepped foot out of the Inn I thought I was in serious trouble, people were running around frantically and talking, the town was in complete uproar.

After looking around for a moment though a kid ran up to me and handed me a paper before running off. It was from the Black Horse Courier, the emperor and his heirs were killed last night. After walking around only briefly I could hear the whispers and the conversations of people, everyone was talking about it. No one could believe it had actually happened, to be honest I can’t even believe it happened. I’m good but I don’t think even I could have pulled off an assassination on the emperor even with some serious help.

It’s weird I’ve been walking around the city all day and I haven’t heard a single mention of my escape or that I’m on the loose. I guess the imperial watch is too embarrassed to admit a prisoner escaped from the imperial prison and with the emperors murder their all too busy to care. Oh well, it’s none of my concern if they’re not after me it means I don’t have to worry about the guards chasing me.

Speaking of being wanted, I’ve seen a lot of posters up for the Gray Fox. Apparently he’s some big shot thief, he’s got a list of crimes a mile long and it seems the watch captain has it out for him.

I stopped in Rindir’s Staffs in the market district briefly to finally unload that stupid goblin staff I’d been lugging around. I knew Rindir’s Staffs would be the place to sell it despite never going there. The moment I walked in I could see hundreds of staffs displayed on the walls and in display cases with several mages eyeing them over.

Rindir himself was a short little wood elf with a big smile wearing some high quality red clothing. He seemed like a cheery guy and he was more than happy to part with a couple hundred Septims for the goblin staff, I honestly couldn’t see what was so valuable on it but he thought it was.

As I was walking along the street a moment ago some Breton woman passed me by and shoved a note in my hand. It seems it’s an invitation from the Thieves Guild, funny I wonder how they knew I’d be the kind of person to invite. I mean just because you have a cloak and a bow doesn’t mean you’re the kind of person that steals. The invitation was for a meeting in the Garden of Dareloth in the Waterfront District at midnight, maybe I’ll stop by.

Well after arriving at the meeting place for the thieves guild I’m convinced their a bunch of pussies and maybe even stupid too. The meeting was by some run down shacks within a stone fence behind a boarded up building. Anybody could have eaves dropped on the conversation if they wanted, although my first guess is the whole waterfront area is part of the thieves guild. Still it all seems rather sloppy to me I’m surprised the watch captain Hieronymus Lex hasn’t shut the guild down yet.

Armand Christophe a Redguard was the little leader of the band in this area. He arrived shortly after 2 others, a male Argonian and some Breton woman decked out in leather armor. Both of which were eager beyond belief to get into the thieves guild. Apparently the guild leader is none other than the Gray Fox himself, heh who would have guessed huh?

Armand told me about the thieves guild and what they do. Apparently they steal from the rich and even take care of some of the poor and homeless, he called the beggars their eyes and their ears of the streets. It all sounds pretty noble but it’s not my kind of thing, if the thieves guild in Morrowind were anything like them maybe I would have turned out a different person. Hell the thieves guild in Morrowind never even bothered to look me up or contact me.

The reason I say their pussies is cause their heavy anti murder and they don’t like freelance thieves. Kind of odd that they can claim to hate freelance thieves when their anti murder, I really do wonder how they get rid of the freelancers with that kind of policy.

Guild perks would have gotten me fences to sell goods to and someone to pay off my fines if I pissed off the guards, but I kindly declined. Armand told me I could come back anytime I change my mind but I don’t think that’s going to happen.

I left shortly after, leaving the two would be thieves to play a game of find the Diary. I was considering stealing it myself, just for the fun of watching them run circles trying to find it but I decided I’d rather get some sleep.

Now that was scary, just a moment ago I woke up to someone tapping my shoulder. Now I have NEVER been snuck up on while asleep, I’m a very alert person but this man got right up next to me and managed to tap my shoulder to wake me. I spun around with my dagger in my hand and I THOUGHT I had it at his throat but to my surprise he was kneeling with a smile on his face on my other side. I had my dagger pointed at nothing but air.

I turned around and looked him over he was wearing a heavy hooded black robe which concealed most of his face. He introduced himself as Lucien Lachance a speaker for the black hand aka the leaders of the Dark Brotherhood, a merciless band of assassins that ignore the law.

I’ll never forget the words he said, they were “You sleep rather soundly for a murderer. That’s good. You’ll need a clear conscience for what I’m about to propose”. He told me a bit about the dark brotherhood and said that he’d like to offer me the chance to join. The way he spoke it sounded as if he knew exactly the kinds of things I’ve done, which is crazy since up until about a week ago I was living in Morrowind my whole life and I’m not that infamous.

We had the dark brotherhood over there too but still. I don’t see how he could have known about me I’m starting to wonder how the people of this province get their information, that’s the second group to approach me. Well anyway he said if I want to join I’m to kill an old man named Rufio at the Inn of Ill Omen south of the imperial city along the green road. He said after I killed Rufio he’d show up again if he determined the location was secure enough. After that he disappeared with a puff of green smoke as he put on a chameleon spell.

I’m not sure if I’ll take up the offer yet. To be honest Lucien gave me the chills, right down to the bone. It’s odd, I think I like him.

Well after another semi comfortable night in the Merchants Inn and downing a breakfast of venison, apples and corn I headed over to First Edition in hopes of finding a map of the local area to help track down Rufio. Last night I decided I’d be taking up the dark brotherhoods offer to join, I could use the work and they might be able to help if I get into a scuffle with the law.

When I stepped foot into First Edition I knew I was in the right place, the store was like a library. All the walls were lined with books and maps, there was barely any room to walk. A redguard behind the counter introduced himself as Phintias. He looked liked somewhat of a posh sort with his short black hair slicked down and his fancy clothes.

After a short discussion he brought out a compass and a pocket sized map that showed the entire province of Cyrodill in great detail. For a total of 30 Septims it was a good deal, I was expecting the compass to cost about that by itself.

I headed out of the city to the large bridge and went over to the stable I had seen earlier. Housed within the stables were a dozen different horses, most if not all of them very high quality and a couple were already saddled. I could see someone in the distance down by the lake drawing water. I glanced around to make sure no one was looking then quickly cast a chameleon spell and ran over to the group of horses. I looked over them briefly before jumping on a black horse that was already saddled and ready to go.

With a flick of the reins the horse took off and jumped the fencing, as I cantered the horse towards the bridge I saw a glimpse of someone run out onto the road and start yelling. He didn’t need to be angry after all I was only borrowing the horse, I intended to bring it back…eventually. By the time I was half way across the bridge my chameleon spell ran out.

I pulled out my map and checked my position and the direction I needed to head. As I came off the bridge I rode quickly through a small settlement then turned my horse south onto what I think was The Red Road. With the horse I made pretty good time but after some time I slowed the horse down letting it take its time, I didn’t want to wear the poor thing to death.

With the horse walking slowly I looked around the road admiring the scenery. It was so much different to Morrowind, in every direction there was beautiful green grass waving in the wind. Enormous trees stood everywhere, their large leaves filtering patches of sunlight onto the road and the plants below. In the distance I could see a set of snow white ruins with a group of deer grazing on the long grass.

The thing that got me most though about Cyrodill and its countryside was the sunlight. Everywhere I looked even while I was in the imperial city everything shone with a brilliant white hue, I had no idea why it was like that but Morrowind had nothing that came close. Morrowind was constantly plagued by rain, heavy black clouds and in the drier areas even sandstorms. Granted I loved Morrowind but this place has such brighter atmosphere to it.

I think by the time I arrived at the Inn of Ill Omen it was almost midday. The inn was pretty much what I expected it to be a wooden cabin of sorts in the middle of nowhere. I tied the horse up outside with enough lead to let it get a drink of water and something to eat then headed inside. The inside of the inn looked somewhat rundown, a pretty cheapy looking place with its wooden walls and the worn stone floor, but I suppose that’s to be expected way out in the sticks.

The inn owner introduced himself as Manheim Maulhand, he was a large stocky Nord with long greasy hair wearing a worn out apron over a set of battered clothes. I ordered myself some lunch and silently ate it at the bar counter while looking around the room. Most of the people inside the inn were adventurers, decked out in armor and weapons surprisingly though a few of the people looked to be permanent residents.

I asked Manheim about Rufio he said all he ever really does is sleep downstairs in some private quarters then he pointed over to a trapdoor. I finished up my lunch and headed downstairs. Down below all the rooms were made out of brick but it was dark as hell. I cast my night eye spell to get a better look and saw that there was several rooms.

Rather than wasting time searching each one I cast a low timer detect life spell, in the distance I could make out a humanoid figure lying down, all the other rooms appeared to be unoccupied. I strolled over to Rufio’s room and let myself in, he was sound asleep in a worn out dirty looking bed. Rufio himself was an old Breton with scraggly grey hair and it looked like the years had not been very kind to him.

I took a step closer to the bed, drew my dagger and quickly slit his throat. His eyes flickered open briefly and he reached out with a hand as he tried to say something, too bad for him though that he died a moment later. I rummaged through his pockets and the drawers of his bedside cupboard not finding more than a couple Septims. With the deed done, I cleaned off my dagger and left.

Now what I didn’t find out until later from one of the other dark brotherhood members is that Rufio wasn’t a saint. They were a bit sketchy on the details but from what I understand Rufio raped and killed a woman. That woman of course happened to be the wife of the client who wanted Rufio dead. I’d never been all that interested in the reasons people had for wanting someone killed, to me it was just a job but it seems sometimes even doing evil you unintentionally do something good.

I climbed back up the ladder and went outside, I looked over the horse I had borrowed stroking it down gently. It looked rested up enough so I unleashed it, mounted up and rode down south. I had planned to go back to the imperial city but after seeing Cyrodill on a map I realized Bravil was much closer, besides Lucien never specified what city he’d meet me in again so chances are it didn’t matter.

By the time I got to Bravil the sun was only an hour or two from starting to set. Bravil much like the imperial city was surrounded by a large wall and a lot of water, although bravil was nowhere near as elegant looking. Bravil was more your country town, wooden buildings, dirt roads and relaxed guards wearing chain mail armor.

Despite the seedy look of the place it seemed it didn’t have all that much crime, the guards were pretty relaxed. I even asked one of them where a good place to stay was and he pointed me over to an inn near the entrance called Silverhome-on-the-Water. I paid for a room and headed upstairs I was exhausted after riding all day and just felt like resting. To my dismay the rooms were pretty run down looking, much like the rest of the town.

I wasn’t going to be picky though, I collapsed onto the bed and must have fallen asleep shortly after. When I awoke someone was tapping me awake, I turned an eye to the side to see Lucien standing over me, I still don’t know how he manages to sneak up on me. He told me I had done a good job with Rufio and that Sithis is pleased. He told me to head to basement of an abandoned house in Cheydinhal, when I tap on the door I should reply to the question “Sanguine, my brother”.

Before leaving he was kind enough to tell me in detail about the dark brotherhood. The black hand is basically the high council of the dark brotherhood, it consists of 4 speakers and a listener, or as Lucien calls it “4 fingers and a thumb”.

Now apparently the dark brotherhood worship Sithis which can be best described as chaos. Now the Night Mother they believe is the wife of Sithis. The night mother listens to prayers from people seeking to arrange assassinations, and relays those desires to the Listener of the Black Hand. The listener then relays that information to the Speakers who go and meet the contacts. They then send the information about the assassination to one of the sanctuary leaders who then decides who carries out the assassination.

Lucien also warned me that if I break 1 of the 5 tenets there’d be a price to pay, he didn’t specify what it was but judging by the dark brotherhoods reputation it can’t possibly be anything good. The 5 tenets are as follows

Tenet 1: Never dishonor the Night Mother. To do so is to invoke the Wrath of Sithis.

Tenet 2: Never betray the Dark Brotherhood or its secrets. To do so is to invoke the Wrath of Sithis.

Tenet 3: Never disobey or refuse to carry out an order from a Dark Brotherhood superior. To do so is to invoke the Wrath of Sithis.

Tenet 4: Never steal the possessions of a Dark Brother or Dark Sister. To do so is to invoke the Wrath of Sithis.

Tenet 5: Never kill a Dark Brother or Dark Sister. To do so is to invoke the Wrath of Sithis.

After we finished talking Lucien once again disappeared in a puff of green smoke. He told me he’d be seeing me again sometime in the future. I laid back on the bed, closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

When I woke up this morning I headed downstairs to leave, the innkeeper though told me I had to try the house special. Gilgondorin was his name, he was tall middle aged altmer male with blond hair down to his shoulders but it looked like he was slowly going bald. He looked pretty clean though, nice shave and a worn but well kept brown outfit.

The house special as he called it turned out to be a Shepherd’s Pie. I didn’t think much of it at first but after I few bites I realized why he called it the house special. Despite how simple a pie seemed it was actually rather good it had a layer of meat on the bottom with some mashed potatoes over it and on top a thick layer of cheese. Overall I gotta say it was a pretty nice breakfast.

I thanked Gilgondorin for the meal and headed outside. It was pretty early in the morning only around 7am so I decided to kill some time walking around town seeing the sights, or the lack of. I knew the mages wouldn’t be awake yet to offer teleport services and I wasn’t about to walk or ride all the way to Cheydinhal.

The only sight that was even half decent seeing was an old statue called the Lucky Old Lady. It was a statue of an old woman in a long dress with several children looking up and reaching out to her. It wasn’t much to see but for some reason standing there looking at it I started to feel luckier, I honestly don’t know why though.

After killing time walking around town I headed south to the mages guild which was situated near the Cliffside. Like all the other buildings the place looked run down and it didn’t look much better inside. But the mages guild was a busy place, some people were practicing magic, some mixing potions and others with their noses buried in magic books.

After asking around I found an argonian woman named Kud-Ei was in charge of the guild in Bravil and offered the travel services. Kud-Ei herself looked kind of weird, she was wearing a long green dress and to be honest on her it didn’t look so great. I don’t know it just didn’t fit well with her argonian lizard body. I’ve seen a few argonians wearing dresses and they didn’t look too bad but Kud-Ei it just didn’t really suit her. Maybe it’s because her skin was a pale brownie color I dunno.

It took me a while but I managed to pull her head out of her book. When I finally got her attention she teleported me to Cheydinhal for a small fee. Upon arriving I looked around the Cheydinhal mages guild, it was classy to say the least. Everything looked expensive, the walls were beautiful white stone on some sections with grey stone bricks on other parts and it was all strung together with dark brown wooden beams.

When I set foot outside the mages guild and turned the corner I was absolutely speechless. Cheydinhal had to be the most beautiful city I had ever seen, far more beautiful than the imperial city. The houses were elegant and classy all like the mages guild, there was green grass everywhere and a small river even flowed through the town of Cheydinhal itself with a fancy wooden bridge on either side leading to a small round island.

If I EVER decide to get a house and settle down I think it would have to be in Cheydinhal. After walking around for an hour or two in a zombie like trance from the beautiful city I finally pulled myself together and scoured the town for the abandoned house Lucien spoke of. It didn’t take me too long to find the place, it was a rundown two story building with boarded up doors and windows with a smashed brick fence. I looked around briefly to make sure no one was looking then slipped over to the door and eased myself between the boards to get inside.

Inside the place didn’t look much better, there was broken furniture, cobwebs and dust everywhere. The place truly did look abandoned nobody would ever think that it was anything more. Right in front of me I saw a staircase leading upstairs and a door under the stairway. I quickly went through the doorway under the stairs and followed it along into a large stone walled basement. There were gigantic cobwebs hanging in the corners and from the ceiling but on the other end I saw a large break in the stone wall.

I peered through the broken wall, there was a cave like passageway and after following it along I came to a massive stone door. It wasn’t any mere door though this thing was made from white, red and black marble and had a large metal ring for a handle. On the bottom half I could see a woman holding a baby and a dagger in her hand while 4 men looked up at her. The top half had a large faded skull outline which had a large circle on its forehead with a bloody handprint in the middle.

I looked over the door briefly then banged the metal handle against the door twice. From the other side I heard an eerie voice say “what is the color of night?”. As Lucien had instructed me I replied “sanguine my brother”. The door creaked and dust fell from around its sides as it shifted open. In front of me I saw a large room lit with lanterns that had grey stone walls. I slowly walked in while glancing from side to side. I didn’t see anywhere the person who had asked me the question but as I took another step forward a female argonian came over to me.

She introduced herself as Ocheeva the leader of the Cheydinhal sanctuary and welcomed me to the dark brotherhood. Before I knew it I was surrounded by half a dozen other members of the dark brotherhood who all welcomed me warmly.

First there was Ocheeva she had green scaled skin with small horns growing around the outskirts of her head and orange lizard eyes. Despite being in the dark brotherhood she seemed like a kind caring sort of person but not enough to care about killing people. She wore a black set of leather armor which apparently was the uniform of the dark brotherhood as almost everyone else was wearing it too.

Next was a male argonian named Teinaava to be honest he looked a lot like Ocheeva almost as if they were related but I don’t think they are. He too seemed nice and pleasant but he kept most of his face hidden in a black hood.

Thirdly there was male Breton vampire called Vicente Valtieri who looked to be in his 40s. He wore pretty fancy black clothes with a golden amulet around his neck and his long brown shoulder length hair tied up in a ponytail. Overall he seemed a rather kind, caring and well mannered. Definitely not the kind of person you’d expect to relate with such a group.

The others…well I won’t bother mentioning them. Ocheeva took me and gave me a tour around the sanctuary, to my surprise it was actually a rather large underground complex. There were a dozen bedrooms, a bath, a kitchen with attached dining room, a laboratory specifically designed for mixing poisons and a training hall complete with training dummies. While walking through the place I noticed several skeletons walking around holding weapons and wearing heavy black armor. Ocheeva noticed my glances and told me they were guards that helped kept the sanctuary safe and that I needn’t worry about them.

Ocheeva ended the tour at a bedroom which she told me was mine, it didn’t look much but it was more than enough. There was a bed, a cabinet for clothes, a closet and a rack full of books. On the bed Ocheeva pointed out a set of black leather armor which she told me was mine. She said it was enchanted to enhance my natural abilities to help get my job done.

Before she left she also handed me a small metal key which she told me unlocked the grating on the well behind the abandoned house. This well just happened to have a ladder that led down directly into the sanctuary. She said it was far safer to go that route than to risk people seeing you go through the front door every time, which I most certainly agree on. Before Ocheeva left me she told me if I needed anything to ask her. I looked over the armor briefly and put it in the closet as I didn’t think I’d be needing it anytime soon.

Afterwards I wandered around the sanctuary talking to the other members and getting to know them. After a while I realized the dark brotherhood was a decent group but they have some real psychos as well and that says a lot coming from me. It seems that about a quarter of them just plain enjoy killing, this one Breton woman Antoinetta who I’d guess is in her 20s really creeps me out.

She’s so cheerful even when talking about killing, she told me how she poisoned her aunt and she thought it was hilarious how she dropped dead right in the soup bowl. I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if she tried to do the same to me just to get a laugh. Thankfully their 5 Tenets prohibit killing other members unless contracted to do so.

Well despite the few psychos most of the other dark brotherhood members have senses. The few I mentioned Ocheeva, Teinaava and Vicente are all sane enough to talk to. I can talk them pretty well especially Vicente, no surprise but even they recognize the fact that some of their members are psychotic.

I also talked to M'raaj-Dar he’s a male Khajiit, he’s basically the supplier of the Cheydinhal sanctuary. He seems like a real prick though, he was pretty arrogant until I threatened to shorten his neck. After that he softened up to me a bit and let me look over the wares he had. He had a variety of goods, some good, some bad, all for reasonable prices.

So in the end I purchased a few odds and ends that I thought I needed. I got a leather thigh strap that can hold five vials. I figured it’d be extremely useful for holding my poisons it would also mean I wouldn’t have to fumble through a bag to find them. Another thing I picked up was a small square pouch that sits on my belt to hold any excess little oddities I might have such as healing potions, magicka potions and that sort of thing.

Despite the insanity of a lot of the members, at night we all sat down like a family and ate dinner together. It’s odd but it’s probably the first time in my life that I can remember having such a dinner. The discussion was easy enough to go with, it was about recent events, how missions had gone and various other little things.

The meal was pretty nice too, Ocheeva had cooked everyone some Kwama eggs with a side of saltrice. Both of which were imported goods from Morrowind, it was nice to finally taste them again especially the kwama eggs. After dinner I quietly retreated to my room, stripped down to my underwear and crawled into bed. The sheets, the blankets and the pillows were all so soft, nothing like inns and before long I was fast asleep.

In the morning I dressed in some casual clothing that was in the drawers of my room. Somehow the clothes fit me perfectly. I can only imagine how they got them and that they were the right size. Before I headed out I quickly grabbed my dagger and hid it on the side of my pants, I never liked going anywhere without some protection.

I headed through the halls and joined everyone at breakfast where Teinaava cooked some Beef with some gravy and a side of bread. The setup of everything was weird to say the least, I never imagined myself in a family of murders casually sitting down eating a meal together and chatting. Somehow though I seemed to fit in just fine with everyone.

After breakfast Ocheeva asked me if I was ready for my first mission. I told her I was more than ready so she promptly began to give me the details. Ocheeva said the mission isn’t actually a novice mission as one would expect but she said with my skills I shouldn’t have a problem completing it.

The mission came from a dark elf woman named Livia right here in Cheydinhal. Apparently her husband a male dark elf named Oberon is been having an affair with an argonian woman named Ejema. Now interesting enough rather than kill Ejema she wants her husband killed and Ejema kidnapped and brought to her. Apparently she didn’t feel she could trust her husband anymore or something like that. As for the argonian woman well, I’m pretty sure she plans to use and abuse her, probably for a long time.

I suppose even a person such as myself should have some morality problem with it but in Morrowind argonians and khajiits were always used as slaves so to me it wasn’t a big deal. Besides I always considered marriage to be a sacred thing and cheating just doesn’t work in my books. If you cheat on your partner or have an affair with a married person you gotta pay the price.

Despite the mission being in Cheydinhal I couldn’t do it during the day. Oberon always went out at night to visit his little girlfriend besides I wasn’t going to risk carting around an unconscious argonian in broad daylight. So to kill some time I went over to the sanctuaries laboratory.

I was quite astonished as I gave the place a proper look. The walls were lined with dozens of shelves, on those shelves were hundreds of jars with a label, a picture of the ingredient inside and the effects they possessed. As I looked over the ingredients I noticed some of them I’d never seen before and a lot of them were extremely rare. From my brief look and a glance at the table holding a masters alchemy set I knew I’d definitely be able to make some very very powerful poisons.

I fired up the alchemy equipment and picked out some Clannfear Claws and Fennel Seeds from the ingredients. I carefully measured everything out and very carefully refined it. After about half an hour of careful monitoring and refining I managed to make an extremely potent Paralyze potion. Judging by how well I had mixed it and the quality of the ingredients I’d say a generous amount of the potion would probably immobilize someone for about a minute although I’d say 50 seconds just to be safe.

I quickly scribbled out a label with a quill and applied it to the vial stating the use of the potion and the approximate time it’d work for. After finishing one potion I went back over to the ingredient rack and pulled a bunch of other ingredients down. In the end after about 5 hours of mixing poisons I made a total of 5 potions.

I made a potion nicknamed The Warriors Prayer which I found in a book once that was originally made by someone named Galeth. The mixture consisted of Aloe Vera Leaves, Stinkhorn Cap, Blackberry, Fly Aminata Cap and took a lot of careful refining and mixing but the end result was worth it.

The potion turned you Invisible, Restored your Magicka, Restored your Fatigue and healed you. All of that ranked very high on quality and all of it lasted for 60 seconds if you drank the whole vial. It was truly one of the best positive potions you could make and drunk while in combat could make you a fearsome opponent. Even a small sip of it could rejuvenate your body immensely.

Next I made a simple water breathing potion out of a White Seed Pod and an Onion. Yes, an onion, despite being a normal household ingredient these kinds of things when mixed with other ingredients can have some rather amazing effects. I figured the water breathing potion could come in handy especially when I estimated its effective time to be around 10 minutes when the whole vial was drunk.

After that I made another recipe I had found in a book once, it was for a very dangerous poison. It was nicknamed Silent Reckoning and was originally made by someone called Tyler H. This particular potion consisted of a mixture of Spiddle Stick, Imp Gall, Rat Meat and Motherwort Sprig.

The end result was a poison of poisons, with only a few drops this thing could Damage Health, Damage Magicka, Damage Fatigue, cause Fire Damage and Silence, the last of which effectively stops a person from casting any spells or speaking. The last time I used this potion was on a high class mage. He literally fell to the ground the instant the poison pierced his skin, his fingers could barely move, he couldn’t speak and within only a few seconds he was dead.

Finally I made a quick Cure disease potion which consisted of Mandrake Root and Elf Cup Cap. It was a simple yet highly effective potion which would effectively cure you of any disease you acquired providing it was taken shortly after getting said disease. As a person who travels a lot I figured it would be best to have such a potion around, you never know when you’re going to get bitten by a rat or a wolf carrying a disease.

After all that hard work I cleaned up the laboratory, bundled up my potions and headed to my room. On my way I ran into Teinaava, curious about the vials in my hands he asked me about them. When I told him about the potions I had made and their effects he was pretty much speechless, I don’t think he expected me to be so skilled in alchemy. Before letting me go he told me I’d have to show him how to make the potions sometime.

In my room I slotted the vials away onto the thigh strap I had bought off M'raaj-Dar. I had originally intended to only put poisons on it so I stupidly don’t drink a poison by accident but I figured it’d be fine and give me quicker access to them. Afterwards I stopped by the kitchen briefly and made myself a scrib jelly sandwich. Which to be honest I was pretty ecstatic about since I loved scrib jelly sandwiches, I’m just glad the dark brotherhood import so many ingredients from Morrowind.

While chomping on my sandwich I made my way out of the sanctuary via the well entrance. I spent the rest of the day window shopping, relaxing by the river and gazing at the scenery. Eventually the sky started to darken so I headed back to the sanctuary and ate dinner with everyone. Afterwards I quickly retreated to my room and geared up before heading outside.

Under the cover of darkness I strolled through town until I came to Ejema’s house which was lit up on the second floor. I quickly snuck around to the side of the house and opened up one of the windows. I silently slipped through and closed it behind me before heading upstairs where the light was on. As I reached the top of the stairs I found a closed door, I knelt down and peered through the keyhole.

It took me a while to realize what I was seeing but then it became as clear as day. There was Ejema who looked no older than 20 bent over a bed with Oberon plowing her from behind. Interesting enough his dick was in her ass rather than her pussy. At that point I was beginning to see why he was probably cheating on his wife in the first place. He could probably do some things he enjoyed on her that his wife wouldn’t do.

For some reason I was strangely drawn to the sight. As I stared through the keyhole I could feel my pussy growing moist. I watched as he thrust into her ass again and quickly decided I needed a better view. I cast a long chameleon spell on myself then tried the handle finding it was unlocked. I very carefully turned it trying to avoid it making a lot of noise. The door opened silently and I slipped inside giving me a full view of the scene in front of me. I’m not the voyeur type but seeing a woman getting screwed in the ass was something I hadn’t ever seen except in a book so I was very curious.

I gulped down and crouched there watching them. Ejema had her head pressed against the bed and was clawing the sheets with a look of ecstasy on her face. I crept a little closer and watched between their legs, Ejema’s pussy was similar to a humans but still somewhat different. Rather than a puffy round gash it looked more like a small vertical slit that ran down along her scales.

As he thrust into her again her slit spread apart revealing a rosey pink color with a small hole. Inside I could see a golden fluid clinging to the pink walls with a small little lump up the top of her slit that I guessed was her clit. His cock pulled back and her slit closed over but quickly opened again as he thrust back in. As he did a tiny little flow of her juices dripped out and fell to the floor joining a tiny puddle that had started to form.

As I watched my right hand found its way into my pants, in my panties and over my dripping shaved pussy. I couldn’t believe it Ejema was actually enjoying being fucked in the ass, so much so that it looked like she’d be getting an orgasm from it if they kept going. Two fingers quickly slipped into my pussy and my eyes glued themselves to their union. His cock ploughed into her, her asshole stretched around his shaft with the lips of her ass literally bulging around the intrusion.

I could see her asshole quivering, clamping down and squeezing his cock. Ejema groaned out and panted heavily as she continued clawing the sheets. As his cock started to withdraw her asshole stretched out clinging to his shaft, quivering constantly. Ejema reached a hand back between her legs, I watched as two of her clawed fingers sank into her pussy. Her juices oozed out over her fingers and dripped to the floor adding to the puddle.

Her thumb quickly joined in hanging just over her clit. She started thrusting her fingers in and out with her thumb rubbing her clit, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed. I started panting myself as I unconsciously started fingering myself faster. My fingers drove into my dripping pussy, I could feel my juices coating my fingers and my panties were already starting to get a huge wet spot as they caught the flow.

Ejama groaned out, she closed her eyes and her tail started whipping around in the air. After a while her tail suddenly stopped in mid air, she stiffened her head shaking it slowly in the air. Her fingers had paused, I could see her pussy spasming, leaking her juices out over her fingers and dripping to the floor. Her asshole clenched tightly every few seconds, her orgasm seemed to go on for quite a while. After a good 20 seconds or so though her holes spasmed one last time then she collapsed to the bed panting heavily.

Oberon grunted and shoved himself into her balls deep, his balls twitched violently. He held himself there sighing, after a moment a hint of white fluid formed around the ring of her ass. As the seconds ticked on the seal of their union weakened and a flow of crystal white cum ran down pooling over her slit. The flow continued down and hang on her clit then started dripping to the floor landing in the golden puddle of her juices.

Seeing the cum flowing over her pussy pushed me over the edge, I grunted biting my lip so I didn’t make a sound as I came. I felt my pussy clenching down on my fingers and a small flow of my juices spilled out further soaking my drenched panties. Oberon stepped back pulling his softening cock out of her. The backed up cum flowed out over her pussy and her asshole gaped open widely from the fucking it had received.

As my orgasm ended I quickly came to my senses, I pulled my sticky hand out of my panties and grabbed my dagger. Just as Oberon was about to turn around I drove my dagger in to the hilt just above his ass right into his spine. He screamed out loudly, the exhausted Ejema turned around and watched as my chameleon spell ran out revealing me. I dragged the dagger up along the length of his spine then wrenched it out, pushing him to the side as I did.

Ejema’s eyes went wide and started to water, in that instant I saw so much. Her argonian eyes looked deep, I could see the fear in them. Her life looked to be flickering past in random leaps as she predicted her life was about to end. I rushed forward, her mouth opened and I smashed the handle of my dagger across the top of her head. Her body crashed violently against the bed as she fell unconscious from my hard blow.

I turned to the side and looked down at Oberon his hand writhed slowly as the last of his life drained out of him. Blood pooled from his back onto the floor and his eyes glazed over as the life drifted from them. By the time I kneeled down to grab his wedding ring he was long gone.

I cleaned my dagger off then walked around the bed and threw the blanket over Ejema wrapping her up like a rug. I knew the guards would probably find it suspicious but to be honest I didn’t have any better ideas on how to transport a live person. Lucky for me though I know illusion magic. I cast a quick feather spell on Ejema, I’m only a novice at Alteration but even a light feather spell makes a huge difference when carrying a person.

I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder then made my way downstairs over to the window I had come through. Carefully I climbed outside with her over my shoulder then cast an invisibility spell. I walked through the streets slowly until I came to a large 2 story house, thankfully the lights were still on. As I knocked on the door lightly my invisibility spell turned itself off, a moment later a beautiful dark elf woman in her late 20s opened the door and greeted me. She had red eyes with long black hair down to her shoulders and a beautiful blue dress. To be honest I think her husband was an idiot to cheat on her.

Right away she knew who I was, she let me in and saw I was carrying a suspicious object on my shoulder. She led me into the living room and had me sit it down on the floor so she could inspect it. As she pulled the sheets away she saw Ejema and her face lit up with a bright evil looking smile. She turned and asked me about her husband, I reached into my pocket and handed her his wedding ring. Seeing it she looked somewhat sad but at the same time she also looked rather pleased.

She thanked me for my services and asked if I’d like to stick around a while to play with Ejema. I kindly declined, I wasn’t into women and I wasn’t about to stick around to see what sadistic plans she had in store for the argonian woman. As I made my way to the door I saw from the corner of my eye her kneeling down to inspect Ejema’s cum covered asshole.

I exited the house, as I did I finally noticed the state I had made of myself. My panties were beyond drenched, they were an absolutely sloppy mess, I could literally hear squishing and squelching noises as I walked. I put a hand to my crotch and felt the tiniest hint of dampness, I’d gotten so wet that my juices were almost ready to soak through the crotch of my pants. I headed back to the dark brotherhood sanctuary and entered through the well.

As I came down the ladder Ocheeva greeted me, I told her how the mission went leaving out the details of the two having sex and my masturbating to it. She congratulated me and handed me a small bag full of what she said was 500 Septims then told me to rest up a while before my next mission. As I walked away Ocheeva sniffed the air then looked at my back. I blushed heavily as her eyes stared at me, I knew she knew my panties were soaked, she could smell it.

I continued down the hall and entered a room on the side heading into the bath. The bath wasn’t all that fancy it was more or less a large bath dug into the ground with a shelf of towels by the wall, still it was a lot more than you see in your average house.

I locked the doors behind me then stripped myself off. I held my panties up near my face to look at them and I could swear they were literally dripping. You see I’m the kind of girl that when she gets pleasured and enjoys it, really drips like a waterfall. On the upside I’ve never needed lubrication and the few guys I’ve been with that have eaten me out I could barely pry away. Still it was kind of embarrassing especially if I masturbated.

Once I had gotten naked I threw my clothes into the bath, I figured they could use a good wash especially my panties. I slipped in the side of the bath and fished around for my clothes then started rubbing them over to get the dirt and…my juices out. By the time I had finished washing, soaping and cleaning myself and my clothes I smelt as fresh as a Lavender Sprig. I gathered up my clothes and exited the bath then headed over to my room.

I hung my clothes up around the room then hopped into bed naked and went to sleep. The sanctuary wasn’t all that much but, it truly was a sanctuary, safe, comfortable and warm.

Last night I had a really weird dream. I still can’t believe it, I dreamt of that argonian woman Ejema. That’s not the weird part though what’s weird is I was doing sexual stuff with her and I don’t consider myself a lesbian, the thought never even crossed my mind before.

Anyway my dream started off in bedroom, from the design of the house I’d say it was somewhere in Cheydinhal. Ejema was naked lying on the bed with her arms tied behind her back. I myself was already naked, I strolled confidently over to the bed where Ejema was lying. I crawled over her body like a cat and looked down at her face with a smirk. It was the kind of look a cat gives to a mouse when it has it caught.

I sat up on the bed over her head with my knees against the sheet. I held her face tightly and lowered my pussy right over her snout. Ejema groaned out in disgust, I held her head tightly digging my nails in slightly and said “start licking you lizard bitch”. Tears formed in her eyes but she complied, her tongue snaked out of her mouth and ran along my slit. I let out a sigh as the roughness of her tongue caressed my labia slowly.

Despite being an unwilling participant she was definitely trying to get me off, probably in hopes that I would stop and let her go. Her tongue flicked around, teasing the bottom of my slit then suddenly slide along the length and tickled my clit which sent a shiver up my spine. I groaned and gripped her head tightly as her rough tongue washed over my clit, licking and sucking like a dog. The sensation was exquisite, every lick of that rough tongue made me shudder and I could feel my juices leaking out over that scaly muzzle of her.

My legs almost buckled and I let out a smile as I felt her tongue spear my pussy. The long appendage drove deep into my slit, licking and sucking at the juices inside. As her tongue continued to ravage me I was beginning to lose patience. I held her head tightly then started to grind my pussy against her snout. Her rough scales flew across my slit, each motion forced a gasp from me as the electric pleasure coursed through my body. I gritted my teeth and trapped my clit against her scales then started to grind myself harder against her face.

My mouth opened as I groaned silently, my eyes rolled partially back into my skull. The sensation was exquisite, the pleasure was so intense, almost painful but I kept grinding myself against her face. Suddenly my body tensed up, I screamed out as an intense orgasm ripped across me. I felt my juices pouring out of my slit, Ejema struggled with tears in her eyes. I could feel her breath breathing against my pussy as she struggled for air but I didn’t care. I kept my slit tightly pressed against her face humping every so often to send another small spark of pleasure to me as my orgasm slowly faded.

My clit started to become too sensitive and my orgasm was almost gone. I slowly slid off Ejema’s face, she coughed and breathed deeply trying to get back the air she had lost. I looked down at her as I panted, her snout was drenched in my juices and I could see small streams running into her nostrils. I gripped her head and peered through those little nose holes of hers. I could clearly see my juices deep inside and the small streams were still flowing deeper. The only thing she could possibly smell in that state was my heated pussy.

I smiled, putting my face close to hers I told her I was going to give her some pleasure now. She looked up at me fearfully and pleaded to be let go. I slowly slid down her body running a hand along her as I did until I stopped with my face between her legs. Ejema strained trying to sit up to see what I was about to do. I looked at her scaly pussy, the slit was barely visible, it was almost impossible to see.

However her pussy was given away by her juices, yes she was already leaking. Despite being forced to be my bitch a strand I juices had slipped out from between her folds and run down to the crack of her ass. I spread her scaly labia and gazed inside. Her pink flesh was dark with lust with golden honey clinging to every corner of her snatch. As I looked inside I licked my lips, it smelt good, it looked good and I had to taste it.

I drove my tongue inside making Ejema squeal out. Her thick honey poured into my mouth, the taste was divine and reminded me so much of scrib jelly that it was almost funny. I ran my tongue along her flesh, every so often I’d suck some into my mouth and try to drain the very life out of it with vacuum like suction. Ejema screamed, she begged me to stop as she sobbed but in her voice I could hear gasps as of pleasure.

I feasted on her lizard slit for several minutes then pulled my mouth away, my face sticky with juices. I licked the honey around my lips sucking it into my mouth and savoring the flavor. I wiped up the remnants on my face with my fingers and sucked them clean. It was now time to start to main act, I had never intended to eat her to orgasm where was the fun in that?

With my left hand I held her dripping slit apart, with my right I plunged two fingers into her. Ejema squealed as my fingers sunk in, her pussy felt like hot wet fire around my fingers. I took a deep breath gulping down my excitement then pushed a third finger into her. I quickly added a forth and as my thumb begun to stretch her slit Ejema finally realized what I was planning. She thrashed her head, screaming as she tried to free herself. She almost succeeded at one stage too.

Fed up of her I leaned forward, opened my mouth and bit down right on her fleshy clit. Ejema squealed and sobbed hysterically as pain lanced through her body. I pulled away letting the nub of flesh fall from my mouth, it was dark red with a teeth mark still indented in the flesh. I told her she’d get another good dose of that if she didn’t stay still. Her body quivered in fear from my words, I smirked and pushed my thumb in. She arched her back as it slid in alongside the other fingers then gasped as I shoved my hand forward.

My hand sunk into her warm hot hole right up to the wrist, her labia stretched tightly around my wrist in almost a comical way. I felt her muscles tighten around my wrist briefly as her pussy contracted. Ejema was panting heavily, she had my hand lodged up her snatch and the size of it was giving her some pain, no surprise really. I wedged a finger from my left hand in slightly and fumbled around until her clit sat up for me to see above my wrist.

I tapped the little nub and instantly felt Ejema’s grip tighten around my hand. I gently stroked her clit, each time I felt her pussy contract tightly around my hand. I could feel her insides growing hotter and wetter with each passing moment. Figuring she’d had enough I leaned down and sucked on the little bulb. Ejema screamed out in orgasm, her body shook all over and her pussy clamped down so hard on my hand it felt like she might break it.

Her body writhed on the bed, humping my hand from time to time but never intentional. As her pussy squeezed rhythmically I timed my movement then just as her muscles weakened I slammed my hand deep into her body. Ejema grunted as my hand buried itself all the way up to my elbow into her hot slit. I watched as the top half of her body lifted up off the bed and leaned down towards me. My hand bulged under her skin and Ejema’s eyes wandered down seeing her stuffed pussy.

Her body shook twice then collapsed back against the bed and shook violently. I waited a good 30 seconds until she had finished then looked over her. She could barely breath from the intense pleasure she had just felt. My hand was still stuffed inside her up to the elbow and her juices were leaking out around her tightly sealed slit. I smiled and asked if she had enjoyed it, she didn’t answer, I don’t think she even could.

I let her rest for a minute then her body rocked as I started pulling my hand out. I’m sure she thought the ordeal was over so she was surprised when I rammed my hand back into her right to the elbow. Ejema whimpered and loud squelching noises filled the room as I started fist fucking her. Each time my hand started to move easier as her muscles stretched and weakened. Her golden juices spilled out in waves each time I withdrew soaking the sheet of the bed.

I moved around slightly to get a better position then started pounding the shit out of her pussy. Her body rocked with each movement, her tongue was hanging out of her mouth and her eyes were glazed over. Meanwhile my own pussy was soaked, I could feel my juices streaming down my legs. Fist fucking Ejema was turning me on immensely and I started to feel like I’d need to cum soon.

I sped up my thrusting, my hand was almost a blur then in an instant Ejema opened her mouth in a silent scream. Her body shivered all over and her pussy contracted so hard it stopped my movement dead in its tracks. I left my hand half buried in her and watched as her body shivered and writhed like a snake as she orgasmed. Eventually her orgasm ended and she calmed down. I pulled my hand free and a massive rush of golden juices spilled out onto the bed.

I looked over my sticky hand and started lapping at it, sucking the juices up. Ejema lied there motionless just panting as I cleaned off my hand. As I sucked my fingers clean I looked over her pussy, it was a mess. Her slit gaped open widely, her tunnel looked like a sewer pipe as it had a trail of juices just lying on the bottom. I leaned down and peered inside, way up the back I could see a small round tightly sealed hole which led to her womb.

By this time my pussy felt like it was on fire, I considered forcing Ejema to eat me out again but looking over her it seemed unlikely she’d even manage to do that. My mind was jumping around like crazy trying to think of a way to get off that didn’t involve my fingers when I glanced back at her gaping pussy. As I stared at it the image of a mouth flashed in my mind, then the sickest most evil idea came into my head.

I slid over to Ejema so we were crotch to crotch then raised her left leg over my right. I shifted around a bit then positioned my pussy right over hers. I didn’t feel anything at first but as I moved closer I felt incredible warmth as hot dripping flesh made contact over my crotch. I looked down between our legs and quickly realized my pussy was literally inside hers. With that thought in mind I started grinding my hips against her.

The sensation was fantastic, it felt 10 times better than her mouth. It was 10 times as hot and 10 times as wet, not to mention every so often I felt her slit contract around mine. As I continued it felt like her pussy was actually sucking on mine, it felt like she was eating me out. A strand of drool rolled down the side of my mouth as I grinded myself against her. I ground my clit against the wall of her tunnel and felt it being enveloped by tremendous heat.

I thrust against her a few more times then screamed out as I orgasmed. I felt my juices dripping out, maybe even squirting slightly directly into her pussy. I empted my slit into hers for almost a minute then pulled back with a gasp. I looked down at my crotch it was drenched in pussy juice, then I looked over at Ejema’s hole. It was a wreck it had both our juices pooling out the front of it into a puddle on the bed. I quickly propped her ass up to stop the flow then laid back for a moment to catch my breath before I acted out my next evil idea.

After I’d rested I slid up next to Ejema and looked at her face, she looked exhausted but at the same time very happy. I smirked at her which made her shiver slightly. I grabbed her ass and raised it and raised it and raised it. Ejema watched in horror as her gaping pussy rose up until it was mere inches from her face. You see argonians are very flexible, so are khajiit. There’s always been jokes about them licking their own butts and such but most would think ah that’s just a joke but I knew better.

I pushed Ejema’s ass down and her snout sank right into her own gaping slit. The look of absolute horror on her face while she was snout deep in her own pussy was incredible, I literally burst out laughing. After laughing myself half to death for a while I finally I wiped a tear of laughter away and told her to get licking. Tears poured from her eyes as she went to work sucking and licking at her own pussy filled with my juices and hers.

Since her hands were still tied I held her ass up, I kept it at a good distance so her snout was still buried inside but she could breath enough that she wouldn’t suffocate. As I watched her tongue wash over her sloppy dripping walls I started fingering myself. As I got more into it I begun to lick at the juices with her and chanted for her to eat her own pussy. After several minutes of licking Ejema screamed into her slit and juices washed over her face a she came on her own snout. That pushed me over the edge, I screamed out and came on my fingers ending my dream.

When I woke up I was curled up slightly with my hand over my crotch, below the sheets had a large soaked spot. I rolled onto my back and my pussy felt like it was on fire, my arousal was so great and the need was so high. I glanced down at my crotch, my labia was really bloated and I could see my juices covering my crotch and the insides of my thighs.

I reached down and slid a single finger inside myself, I felt like a burning hot furnace but at the same time wet. I was so wet it felt like my finger had plunged into a puddle of goo. I flicked my clit with my thumb ONCE, my body quivered all over and my breath came in ragged gasps. I was so close, so close to orgasm that a single flick of my clit almost sent me over the edge.

I took a deep breath then flicked my clit again with my thumb, this time I orgasmed. I threw my head back bashing it against the pillow repeatedly as the pleasure washed over me. My legs scrunched up squeezing my hand between my crotch and my body spasmed all over. I felt hot liquid squirt out under my hand, most of it hit my fingers but a tiny bit slipped through the cracks and flew about a foot before landing on the bed in small wet spots.

I think my orgasm lasted almost a full minute and my pussy literally squirted my juices out, that’s how wound up I was. When I finally came down my body flopped against the bed and I panted with deep heavy breaths. I was absolutely exhausted, I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in my entire life and all I did was flick my clit twice. For some reason that lesbian dominatrix dream had heated me up so much that I had far surpassed any heights I had ever gotten while having sex or masturbating.

I really don’t understand it though, I don’t find women sexually attractive…at least I don’t think I do. I think that orgasm was the result of being on the edge most of the night coupled with the whole taboo nature of lesbianism in my mind when it came to me doing it. Well anyway that’s what I’m choosing to believe. It took me almost 10 minutes to recover enough to move to get cleaned up. I pulled the sheet off and wiped my thighs and pussy off with it, as I did I left huge wet streaks along it. Once I had wiped myself off I wrapped the sheet around me and went to the bath.

Thankfully nobody was there so I was able to clean myself up and wash the sheet off. I didn’t fancy the idea of anyone finding out my sheet had gotten so soaked in my juices. I headed back to my room afterwards without meeting anyone and promptly hung up the wet sheet. I went over to my clothes that were strung up around the place and checked them over, despite the lack of sun they were all perfectly dry. I quickly dressed and headed over to the kitchen to get myself some breakfast but to my surprise nobody was around yet.

Since everyone else had been cooking I figured I’d try my hand at it and make everyone a nice breakfast. Now I gotta be honest I’d never really cooked proper meals before so I was kind of worried about burning the place down. Thankfully though my fears were unfounded, I guess what they say is true “If you know alchemy, you know cooking”.

I cracked open some Kwama eggs into a hot pan and fried them out along with some thin crunchy strips of beef. By the time I was finishing everyone was starting to gather around. Some of them seemed half amused at me cooking since I didn’t look the type. I layed out some eggs and beef strips on each plate and put a loaf of sliced up bread on the table to dip in the egg yolk. As everyone started eating I waited patiently looking somewhat afraid, after a moment though applause and thanks started to ring around the table.

As we were finishing up our meal Antoinetta suddenly burst into the room holding up a paper. She cheerfully begun to tell everyone that my murder had made the paper. The paper quickly got passed around and everyone gave me a pat on the back and cheered. When the paper made it around to me I read over it, it was from the Black Horse Courier. It was a full page devoted to Oberon’s death, Ejema’s disappearance and the affair that had been taking place.

After breakfast and all the praise of my colleagues I headed back to my room and dropped the paper in a draw. I figured I might as well keep it and maybe even collect future papers on events that revolved around me, they’d be nice mementos to look back on.

You know one thing I’ve begun to notice is that everyone tends to call each other dark brother or dark sister here. We’re all professional murders but everyone treats each other like family, although some have a less meaningful definition of the word but still. When I joined the dark brotherhood I was expected to be treated like any other place I had been in.

You show up, you get your job, you kill the person, you get paid and you go to sleep. But these people, all the rumors, all the bad things I’ve heard it’s only true when you’re standing on the other side of the window. To be honest I’m glad I joined, these people are the closet thing I’ve ever had to a real family.

Somewhere along the line I heard a knock on my door, I turned to see Ocheeva standing there with a smile. She thanked me for breakfast then asked if I was ready to take on another mission for the dark brotherhood. She told me the mission would require the death to look accidental. So if I didn’t feel like I could pull it off she’d find someone else as it was too important to have messed up.

I gave it some heavy thought, I’d never tried to make a death look like an accident before so it was a new challenge to me but in the end I figured I’d give it a shot. With my acceptance Ocheeva begun to tell me about my mission.

One of our members a male Breton named Duane has been living and working in the mages guild between missions, he’s a real poison expert. Recently a guard called Moric has been sniffing out the dark brotherhood and has been keeping a close eye on Duane. Duane reported that Moric may be close to finding the Cheydinhal sanctuary so he’s starting to pose a big threat to the dark brotherhood.

My job is simple, I’m to kill Moric and make it look like an accident. Once I’m done I’m to let Duane know that he’s in the clear and report back to Ocheeva. It sounded easy enough but the accident part is what worried me a bit. Before Ocheeva left she showed me a sketch of Moric and said that I can talk to anyone in the dark brotherhood about my mission to get advice on how to go about completing it.

I sat around thinking for a while then decided to pay Vicente a visit and see what he thought of the mission. I figured someone such as him should have some idea how to go about it. After a brief search I found Vicente busy reading in his room. I told him about my mission and he thought about it for a while. He told me he’d seen Moric around plenty of times, he had a tendency to hang around the abandoned house and the well. Although Moric thought no one had noticed.

He also told me that Moric lived in the guard barracks which is a tower situated on one of the walls of Cheydinhal castle, inside he lived with at least a dozen other guards. The first floor was facilities while a staircase led up to the 2nd floor where everyone slept. Vicente told me that’s where I could stage my accident. He suggested I should push Moric down the stairs and if he was still alive afterwards I’d only need to bash his head against the stairs a few times to finish the job.

The plan sounded flawless, I asked what time Moric got up by Vicente didn’t have any idea. I quickly thanked him for his help in the matter and left. As I walked through the sanctuary I pondered over who to ask about Moric when suddenly Antoinetta came up behind me and said hello. Her sudden greeting made me jump, I turned and greeted her then after a thought I asked her about my mission.

Antoinetta pouted and told me she would have liked to kill Moric but then went on to say an accident wouldn’t be any fun anyway. She thought for a moment then told me she’d seen Moric leaving the guard barracks numerous times around midday, usually to go back to snooping around.

I thanked her for her help and left, then begun to go over the plan in my head. Around 11am I’d sneak into the guard barracks and wait for Moric to come back. As he left I’d shove him down the stairs and quickly leave without being seen. My only worry was staying hidden long enough and that there’d be other guards around when the time came for Moric’s accident. The guards was a gamble but staying hidden I could do with the aid of a potion.

I hurried over to the alchemy lab and found Teinaava busy at the table mixing up some of his own concoctions. I ignored him and browsed over the racks of ingredients looking for what I needed. I managed to find 3 ingredients all with invisibility effects and none of which caused anything else that I’d need to painstakingly filter out. When it came to a 4th though I was almost about to give up when I found a jar labeled Hound Tooth.

The jar said it was from a place called Shivering Isles wherever that was, but the effects listed on the side happened to include invisibility exactly as I needed. I took 2 portions of each of the 4 ingredients over to the table and cleared off a space to work at. As I started to work on mixing up my ingredients of Aloe Vera Leaves, Hound Tooth, Motherwort Sprig and Stinkhorn Cap Teinaava watched me intently.

I glanced over at him and explained I was making a high quality, high purity invisibility potion. It took me almost 4 hours to mix up 2 potions of invisibility and I didn’t have much time to spare before it turned 11 o’clock. I quickly took a quill and labeled my potions then ran back to my room and got ready. I exited through the well and went over to the Cheydinhal castle.

I hadn’t paid attention to Cheydinhal castle before despite the fact that it was incredibly hard to mess. It was a very well built castle that towered over the city with heavy stone walls. The whole thing mixed seamlessly into the houses in Cheydinhal and it looked to be kept in very good shape. As I walked by one of the walls I spotted Moric just as he was going into the guard barracks.

I quickly ran over to the door and slipped inside then downed one of my invisibility potions causing me to fade from existence. By using such high quality ingredients and purifying them so carefully I estimated I’d get about 30 minutes of invisibility out of the potion before it wore off. With my invisibility working I glanced around the room quickly, it was exactly as Vicente had said. To the left was a staircase leading upstairs, the room I was in had a small dining table with a door leading off to the left and door less arch on the right both of which led off to other facilities.

As Moric reached the top of the stairs I quickly crept up after him and found a nice place to sit down beside one of the beds where I could watch him from. Moric went over to one of the beds with a sandwich in hand and grabbed a book from beside the bed. He sat himself down on the bed and munched on his sandwich as he carefully read over his book. I watched him closely, mostly with boredom then suddenly noticed I could partially see my hand.

I quickly rummaged through the bag on my waist and pulled out my other vial of invisibility then downed it without a second thought. Instantly my hand faded again putting me back to full invisibility. I begun to hope that Moric would leave soon otherwise after my 2nd potion ran out I’d have to resort to magic, which would be tiring and dangerous.

After about 15 minutes I heard some voices downstairs. The door opened and a pair of guards headed upstairs while talking to each other. As they passed by me I begun to get worried, even more so when I saw Moric was closing his book. The two guards that had arrived took off their helmets, one lounged back on a bed while the other started taking off his armor.

Meanwhile Moric got up and started walking towards the stairs. I slowly stood up and waited for him to pass me then raised my foot and kicked him between his shoulder blades. As soon as I did my invisibility shut off, however Moric flew out over the stairs headfirst. I watched almost in slow motion as he yelled out, he spun slightly then his head landed on one of the stairs with a sickening crack as his neck broke.

That sound was my queue I quickly cast an invisibility spell then jumped over the railing to the floor below. As I reached the door the two guards that were upstairs were already half way down as they ran to check on Moric. As I disappeared out the door the invisibility spell I had cast was about to knock itself off due to me interacting with the door. Before it could however I quickly recast it and bolted off through town, the last thing I needed was to get seen fleeing the scene. I stopped in the middle of town to lean on a tree and catch my breath as I did I quickly became visible again.

In the end I had managed to kill Moric but it was a pretty close call with those two guards around, I just hoped they didn’t see me. With the job done I went over to the mages guild and asked around for Duane. An altmer woman pointed me over to a corner where Duane was at work mixing up poisons. Duane was a bit shorter than myself but was a clean looking man dressed in a fancy red robe. I guessed he would be in his mid 20s, he had very short blond combed hair and a clean shaved face, overall a good looking guy.

I told him I had a message for him concerning the problem he had mentioned. He turned to me with a smile and asked if it had been dealt with. I nodded and briefly told him what had happened, he commented on my use of the invisibility potions saying it was a rather good idea concerning the situation. He told me if I ever needed some poisons made just to stop by and that I could tell Ocheeva I had completed my mission.

Back at the sanctuary I found Ocheeva and quickly informed her of how my mission had went, I also told her how I had already informed Duane of Moric’s demise. She thanked me for my quick work and handed me a bag full of 1,000 Septims. She then took out and showed me an unusual looking dagger. The dagger had a black and silver handle with a slightly curved silver colored blade with patterns running along it. She told me it was a specially crafted daedric dagger then she handed it to me and said it was mine for a job well done.

To be honest I was rather speechless, I’d never been given a bonus reward before. Daedric weapons are worth a lot and such a nicely crafted one would be worth even more. I thanked her for the dagger and quickly swapped it with the crappy silver one I was using which I left lying on my desk in my room. After the excitement of a job well done died down I quickly changed then decided to count the money I had gathered up so far. In the end the total came to be almost 2,000 Septims which was a nice small fortune.

As I threw the money in a bag I pondered over what to do the rest of the day. I didn’t have any bright ideas and didn’t really feel like going out in the town so in the end I just laid on my bed reading some of the books from my shelf.

Before long Teinaava stopped by my room and told me dinner would be ready soon. I closed my book and headed to the kitchen where I sat down to eat a meal of Ham with a side of salad. Everyone congratulated me on a job well done, saying how well I had performed the mission, some even said they were proud of me.

After dinner rather than retreating to bed right away I joined Antoinetta and Teinaava in the training hall for a game of knife throwing. We each took turns throwing daggers at a training dummy to see who was the best shot. They were both rather skilled but in the end I was declared the winner since I had the best aim. After our game I bid them goodnight then headed for the bath quickly.

As I walked in I found Ocheeva standing in the water naked washing herself off. She turned her head to see who it was then smiled and greeted me. I undressed myself, slid into the bath and we started talking. As I washed myself I glanced at Ocheeva’s body she looked quite young still and she was in great shape which is no surprised considering our line of work. As she bent down I got a full view of her pussy, the small slit on her skin showed the slightest shade of pink inside and looked like it hadn’t received much use.

Looking at her body I thought she was absolutely beautiful, especially that scaly argonian slit of hers. Wait, did I just write that? What the hell am I thinking? Do I really find women attractive? …anyway Ocheeva finished washing herself before me, she got out of the bath and dried herself off. I don’t know why I was looking at her while she was drying off but I got another good look at her scaly slit and a nice look at the plump round scaly breasts on her chest.

She glanced back to look at me once so I quickly turned my head away and blushed slightly. By the time I looked back she was wrapping the towel around herself and leaving. I let out a sigh and quickly finished up my bath. I dried off then left to my room with a towel wrapped around myself. I changed into my underwear then crawled into my bed and pulled out my Journal.

Now I lie here thinking about what I just wrote…but mostly why the hell I was looking at Ocheeva, I hadn’t noticed how much I was staring at her until I wrote it down. Oh well it was probably just me remembering that stupid dream I had…if not I think I might be developing a taste for women.

This morning I woke up to people yelling around the sanctuary. I crawled out of bed sleepily and stood at my doorway as M'raaj-Dar came running by. I called out to him and asked him what was wrong, he quickly told me an oblivion gate had opened just outside of Cheydinhal city and daedra were pouring out of it. He ran off leaving me standing there speechless.

The oblivion gate really had nothing to do with the dark brotherhood but as I walked through the sanctuary everyone was preparing weapons and armor. The idea was if things turned bad and daedra got into the city everyone in the sanctuary willing to step up would be fighting them off. It was all pretty honorable but it made perfect sense, the city of Cheydinhal was our home and no one was willing to let some daedra kick us out.

I quickly dressed up and grabbed a scrib jelly sandwich from the kitchen. I exited through the well and stopped to look at the sky. It wasn’t the usual beautiful blue. Today it was blood red with dark black clouds. Fire seemed to trail along them as lighting crackled overhead. The sunlight that you’d expect was blocked by the dark atmosphere leaving an eerie red glow across the land from the dark sky.

I quickly ran over to the city entrance and made my way through the open gate. Not even a 100ft away was a massive red portal about 20ft high and 8ft wide. As I ran closer I got a better look of it, the gate itself was a massive stone archway. Inside the archway was a large oval that looked like liquid fire, it streaked across the sides of the archway threatening to break free. All around I could see almost a hundred people, guards, mages, fighters guild members. I even recognized a few as members of the dark brotherhood. They all held tightly around the gate, daedra were lying dead at their feet and several were still busy killing a few daedra that had just emerged.

There were Clannfear, small tan colored scaly beasts with a long tail that ran on two legs. They had two arms with razor sharp claws and a large shield like head, perfect for head butting things.

There was also Daedroth. Large massive tan colored scaly beasts that walked on two legs, they had a heavy tail and two arms with razor sharp claws. The fearsome thing though was they had a long head with a large mouth full of hundreds of razor sharp teeth. A mouth like that could literally tear your arms right off with a single chomp.

Then came the more odd daedra. There were flame atronachs, they were basically females with bodies made entirely of flame. Wrapped around small portions of their body they had thin black armor.

There were even frost atronachs, they were large giants with massive bodies made of ice. I hadn’t seen any of the daedra around before, I’d only ever seen pictures in books. Up close they looked a lot more fierce and ruthless than you could ever imagine.

A cheer roared through the crowd as the last daedra fell down dead. They had stopped entering through the gate but the gate itself still stood proudly with its flame portal flickering wildly. I stood in the crowd watching for a while, people were discussing among each other what to do next. To me it was pretty obvious, the gate should be entered and the portal should be destroyed. Judging by the faces though nobody was willing or daring enough to try to enter the gate.

Tired of standing around I pushed my way through the crowd and walked over to the gate. As I walked towards it people yelled out for me to stop, they told me I’d die, that we needed to think things through. I ignored them all and stepped through the flaming portal to oblivion.

As I came through on the other side I was engulfed in heat. I was amazed as I looked around the landscape it was dark, black and burnt. The terrain was nothing but black rock with lava flowing around the place. In the distance a massive black stone tower stood that could rival the ivory tower itself.

Overhead the sky was fire red crackling with lighting just like Cheydinhal had been. I scanned the landscape, it looked dry, dead but blood red vines and odd stems littered the land, as what I can only imagine could be plants. I drew my bow and readied an arrow then glanced back at the portal.

Not one person had followed me, not a single one. I shook my head and walked towards the tower. I’m not such a brave person, hell I’m probably considered a pretty cold blooded bitch from the things I’ve done. But ahead of me I saw a job that needed doing, I knew the gate needed to be closed or innocent people would die.

Sure I don’t have very high morals but I didn’t like the idea of daedra running rampant across the lands and ruining the beautiful city of Cheydinhal that I’d come to like. If no one else was gonna step up to do the job I’d have to do it myself.

I walked along calmly, the landscape was silent with nothing more than the crackling of the sky and the lava bubbling around me. There wasn’t a single daedra in sight, I assumed most of them had already left the gate and gotten themselves killed. Although from what I heard daedra can come back to life, I don’t know if that applied to things like Clannfear but I knew it definitely applied to Dremora. Either way I was going to be very very careful.

As I neared the tower I quickly realized that it was much larger than it looked. Sure it was tall but it was also very massive in width, the thing could probably house hundreds of Daedra inside without problem.

I quickly took cover behind a rock and looked over at the entrance. The door was a massive grey stone slab colored in red fiery glyphs. In front of it two Dremora decked out in Daedric armor were standing on the top of the staircase looking out for anybody heading their way. Now Dremora have human looking bodies. The thing is though their skin is black, and I don’t mean dark like a Redguard I mean BLACK like night. They also have red fiery glyphs and patterns streaked across their body with raven black hair on their heads.

The daedric armor the two in front of me were wearing was magnificent. It was dark red and black metal with brilliant designs all over. Daedric metal was insanely tough, it could take punishment like nothing else. However it also weighed A LOT. You gotta be incredibly strong to wear a full set of daedric armor or swing around a daedric claymore. Something as simple as my dagger was rather light but if you wanted the big stuff you had to be one buff person to use it. I could only imagine how strong the Dremora were if they could walk around casually with weight like that bearing down on them.

I silently put away my bow and drew my dagger. I uncorked the poison vial of silent reckoning on my thigh and slid my dagger inside it. I dunked it, twirling it around to let the poison cling to the blade properly then withdraw the dripping metal and recorked the vial. I flicked my wrist casting a chameleon spell allowing me to disappear in a puff of green mist.

I honestly had no idea how to close an oblivion gate but something told me the answer was at the top of the tower. With my dagger gripped firmly in my hand I slowly sneaked towards the Dremora. I crept right up to one of them, glancing up at him he looked bored and didn’t seem to notice me at all. I stepped around him getting up right behind him. In an instant I grabbed his face and slashed his throat.

Hearing him choking on his own blood the other Dremora turned to look. As he drew his sword I stepped forward and slashed him across the throat. He clasped a hand over his throat as he collapsed to the ground slowly dying. I had no idea if I needed to use my poison or not but I wasn’t about to risk it. I also could have tried to sneak my way through the entire tower but figured it was too dangerous especially with the city of Cheydinhal waiting outside. I wasn’t about to let the bastards get a chance to go through the portal.

As I shook my dagger clean of blood I decided I’d take it slow and be careful. The last thing I wanted to do was get caught sneaking about. I gently pushed on the large door and eased myself inside. I took a few steps then stopped and stared in awe. In front of me was a large circular room with black and grey stone walls. In the center was a circular stone railing with large black and red spikes preventing people from going inside. Behind those spikes was lava, with a brilliant jet of fire that stretched all the way to the top of the tower.

I walked over to the circular railing and gazed upwards. The tower looked to be at least 50 if not 100 floors high with balconies surrounding the glorious jet of flame, truly a magnificent sight. After staring briefly at the scene I went through one of the doors on the side of the room and headed up a ramp to the floor above. As I stepped into the room ahead I heard the sliding of metal and jumped back just in time to avoid being cleaved in two by a large heavy metal sword trap.

I stared at the heavy metal sword as it slowly raised itself back up, I hadn’t expected traps and I definitely hadn’t expected any as dangerous as that. I quickly hopped over the metal sword while it was still raising itself up so I wouldn’t have to worry about being killed. As I walked further into the room I heard claws clicking against the ground. I listened for a moment then looked over to my right where the sound was coming from.

There was a 10ft tall clannfear walking around the room like a guard dog. It was enormous the thing could probably bite me in two with a single chomp. I inched backwards and as I eased up against the wall a set of long spikes shot out right next to my face. The clannfear perked up and looked in my direction as the spikes retreated. I’d heard of defense but I wasn’t expecting anything as crazy as what I encountered when I had stepped inside the gate.

I stared at the clannfear and my heart sank as it came closer to me. It stood nearby, it raised its head and sniffed the air. It quickly stared in my direction as it caught my scent, chameleon was great and all but it couldn’t hide smell. I stared at the massive beast as it took a step closer, it scanned the area in front of it looking where I was hiding. It raised its head and let out a loud shriek probably to let everyone know an intruder had come.

I re-poisoned my dagger and slashed the clannfear’s leg as I ran past. To my dismay I heard heavy feet coming after me. When I glanced back I couldn’t believe my eyes the clannfear was still standing completely and utterly unaffected by the poison it ran after me. My eyes frantically roamed the room as I tried to think of a plan. I quickly noticed rectangle shaped boxes along the walls, a quick glance back where I was confirmed they were spike traps.

I ran over to the corner of the room and stopped just short of the trip lever that blended into the floor. The clannfear raced over to me and sniffed the air, it put its face to mine and growled. My hair blew about from the sheer force of its growl and as bad luck would have it I didn’t notice my spell was running out so it’s growl ended with me being completely visible. The clannfear pulled its head back preparing to strike.

My heart thumped in my ears and I watched in almost slow motion as its powerful jaws went for my face. Moving quick I stepped back tripping the spike trap and stumbling back into the corner to safety. The clannfear lurched forward to attack me and just as it’s jaws were about to tear into me the spikes skewered its head. I stared at the massive beast as blood pooled onto the floor. The trap creaked trying to retract but the spikes were too tightly embedded in the clannfear’s skull.

I let out a sigh of relief and stepped forward slowly. I was about to crawl onto the clannfear when it lunged forward. I fell back on my ass in the corner, it was still alive but that single movement was all it could muster as it caused the spikes to rip through its head further killing it. I slowly stood up and for safe measure kicked its head twice to make sure it was dead before jumping up on and over its body.

I reactivated my chameleon spell and searched around until I found a way to the next level. I quickly walked into a hallway with several dremora patrolling. I backed myself against the wall and held my breath so they wouldn’t notice as they went past. With some careful sneaking I past by them all and made my way up to the next level yet again. As I walked into a large room I found two female Dremora sitting around in daedric armor talking.

I listened briefly to their conversation, it had to do with sex. Something about wanting to capture a woman to use as their pet and I think I heard the next part right, watch her get fucked by a Daedroth? The first thing that sprung to mind was a dick the size of horses if not bigger, needless to say not something you could fit in easily or without pain. I passed by the pair and ran down a hallway, going through a door I found myself on a balcony.

I came face to face with a Dremora, despite still having chameleon on he knew I was there most likely from the opening of the door. He quickly drew his sword and scanned the area where I stood. I fixed my footing then rushed him pushing him up against and over the railing. He fell down with a scream and I watched as he quickly splashed in the lava disappearing without a trace.

I went back through the door and continued through the tower. I passed by kitchens, lounge areas, bedrooms, training facilities and all kinds of stuff. Thankfully there wasn’t many traps, the few that were around I knew how to avoid from my previous encounters. The higher I got though the more dremora I encountered. I even encountered a couple daedra which I carefully avoided.

When I finally walked through another door I saw…a bedroom. It still all seemed a bit odd but when I think about it not really, even Daedra need somewhere to sleep and eat. Moments after I set my eyes on the bedroom I felt a blow to the back of my head and my vision went black. When I woke up a naked female dremora was leaning over me looking at my face.

She was beautiful, she looked only a few years older than myself. She had short black hair much like my own with flawless black skin and small red patterns running along the right side of her face and the length of her body. I looked up at her then turned my gaze down below quickly realizing I was naked as well.

I was about to make a move when she suddenly leaned down and kissed me. I was so shocked I laid there feeling her soft black lips pressed against my own. Her tongue slipped inside my mouth and glided along the walls inside. My brain started screaming, get up, kick her off, push her away, escape, but my body wouldn’t move. I felt paralyzed even though I wasn’t, I laid there taking her kiss. At some point though I felt myself kissing her back, my tongue glided into her mouth and battled against hers.

She pulled away breaking the kiss, a strand of saliva hang between us. She smiled warmly at me and said I could go free, without any word, any warning to anyone else as long as I stayed long enough to have sex with her. I felt her soft hand stroking my cheek, she told me if I wanted though I could fight her and she’d call every dremora in the tower. Once they had me they’d rape me, torture me and eventually kill me but probably not before making me a bitch to the daedra like clannfear and Daedroth.

I knew she was right about what they’d do, I knew I should have kicked her off or stabbed her and escaped. But I just laid there gazing up at her beautiful black face as she looked down on me. I looked into her dark red eyes, I didn’t see hate or malice. All I saw was lust, love and adoration. This dremora she seemed so kind and caring she was completely out of place among the others…or was she?

I felt a finger slip inside my pussy and move around slightly. A moment later the finger withdrew, I felt a drop of my juices land on my thigh as she brought her sticky finger up to her face. She smiled at me then said she thought I liked women and her sticky finger was proof of it. I looked at her black finger coated in my golden juices, I was wet, my heart started beating in my ears like a drum. My breathing became heavier then suddenly I grabbed her and turned over. She squealed out in surprise then started moaning as I furiously kissed her lips.

My mind was screaming for me to stop, saying I wasn’t gay and that I should get out of there. I knew it was a lie though. I had that dirty dream about Ejema, I eyed up Ocheeva as she was in the bath. Hell lately my mind had even drifted of thoughts of going down on another woman briefly before I shook my head clear. As I start to think further back there have been other instances in the past too, it’s not something new but the past few days have really barraged me with thoughts.

Past instances were nothing big, a glance at another girl’s ass as she was changing, the occasional fantasy dream involving another woman, even if the dream wasn’t very sexual. Nothing that would flash warning lights on being gay or make you think twice. But now I was here naked with another woman, even if she was a dremora.

I had a desire, a yearning, to hold her, kiss her, touch her, taste her, fuck her. I just couldn’t hold back on the feeling as I saw her staring over me with my juices on her finger. Yes I liked guys, I loved a good hard dick in me but I also had this dark desire deep down for a woman.

As I kissed her my hands roamed over her form, she felt so soft and smooth, nothing like a man. My left hand quickly found her breast, they were mere Bs like mine but they were enough to fill my hand. I squeezed the soft flesh, molding it and rubbing it with my fingers. My right hand wandered down along her body and cupped her ass. I dug my nails in, clawing at her backside as I squeezed it firmly. She pulled away from my lips and looked up at me with a smile then said do me.

I almost melted from her words. I leaned down and kissed her neck trailing my way down to her breasts. I sucked one of her black nipples into my mouth and chewed on the rough flesh. She moaned and stroked my head as I sucked on her plump breast. I squeezed her ass and switched over to her other breast. I gnawed on her nipple gently with my teeth then sucked on it pulling it upwards. Her breast lifted into the air and jiggled back into place as it fell from my mouth.

I sucked the side of her breast into my mouth mauling it in my mouth for several seconds then let it go and trailed further down her body. I kissed my way down until I came to rest between her legs staring at her crotch. She was cleanly shaved with a beautiful tight looking black slit that had the slightest hint of pink inside.

I gazed at her black labia, a strand of juices leaked out from between her lips. Suddenly without warning I buried my face in her crotch, I sucked her black slit into my mouth. I chewed on it, sucking on it like a beast possessed. She screamed out and put her hands on my head digging her nails into my skull. I tore into her pussy, I bit into it and pulled back stretching the flesh from her body.

Her juices leaked out into my mouth, strands ran out the corner of my mouth as I chewed on her slit. I was so violent, all I had in my mind was to chew on her cunt. I wanted to rip the very flesh from her body and chew it in my mouth. Despite my ferocity she was screaming in pleasure, her nails raked across my skull as she bucked her hips, grinding her crotch against my mouth. Her taste was so wonderful, far better than in my dream with Ejema, far better than I could have ever imagined.

I closed my lips around her labia and sucked, draining her juices from her hole trying to get every last drop out of her. As my teeth raked across her clit she screamed out and dug her nails deeper into my skull almost drawing blood. She ground her hips wildly, her body shook all over and her eyes rolled back into her skull as she had an intense orgasm. I didn’t stop though, I continued feasting on her snatch, draining the life out of it.

Her body was twitching and convulsing for almost a minute in orgasm. Finally it became too much and she knocked me away. I landed on my back, still on the bed gazing at the ceiling with her juices plastered around my lips. I breathed heavily, I could feel my own juices streaming down my thighs. After a few minutes I felt her grab my hand then she appeared over me with a smile.

She kissed me deeply then told me that I had given her one of the best orgasms in her life. She then leaned down and whispered in my ear that it was my turn now. She grabbed me and pulled me to the middle of the bed. I laid there silently, she appeared overhead again this time with a large dildo in her hands. It looked to be about 10 inches long and 2 inches in diameter. It was black all over but what was really eye catching was that it had small studs about 1/6th of an inch high all around it.

I gulped down as I looked at the dildo. She leaned down and whispered to me that it was hers, that she’d fucked herself to countless orgasms with it. My body shivered as I heard that, the thought of her dildo plowing me was so dirty and perverted yet so exciting. She disappeared between my legs, I felt her tongue whip across my thighs as she sucked up my juices. Her soft lips pressed tightly against me and I felt her tongue lick along the length of my slit.

I sat up slightly looking down, she smiled at me and pressed the dildo between my labia. I stared at the massive tool, I was worried it’d be too big but at the same time I wanted to feel it filling me, stretching me. I threw my head back groaning as she pushed it inside. My pussy stretched tightly around it, I’d never had something so large inside myself. My muscles felt like they were stretching to their limit as it sank in me.

The studs rubbed against my walls, gliding along my g spot. They felt so heavenly, so divine, the sensation is almost impossible to explain. My tunnel stretched tightly over each stud then snapped back to the base of the dildo only to be stretched again by the next stud. As the dildo pressed deeper the depths of my tunnel grew tighter making it even more pleasurable. It was reaching the depth I was stretched out, everything after had never felt the touch of a hard dick. I’d never found one long enough to fill me right up to my cervix.

But the dildo continued on, it kept going deeper and deeper. I wasn’t even aware my pussy could take such length. I grunted as I felt the dildo come to a hard stop, it was pressed tightly against my cervix. I sat up slightly to look down, Desire licked her lips as my labia closed around the dildo. I had the entire length of that monster inside me and the sensation was exquisite.

Before I could rest I felt the dildo withdrawing from me. I tightened my pussy trying to stop it from leaving. All that I succeeded in doing though was making it more pleasurable as my walls clamped tightly over the studded length which sent a shiver through my body. The dildo continued out until just the head was resting between my labia then it slammed back inside. I groaned out as the studs ripped across my flesh inside and gripped the sheets.

As soon as the dildo sank to my cervix it pulled back. I clawed at the sheets as she started pounding the hell out of my pussy. Each thrust of the dildo sent a thousand sparks of pleasure out as the studs raked along my insides. I felt my juices start to stream down my thighs and coat the bed. My eyes rolled back into my head, I laid there helpless being fucked by a dildo held by a woman.

My breath quickly turned to ragged gasps, my pussy felt tingly all over inside. As the dildo slammed my cervix again I came, my body shook all over. My pussy tightened up so much the thrusting became almost painful. I could hear loud squelching sounds as I was fucked. Despite orgasming she didn’t stop she kept pounding me with the dildo. I stayed on a high, twitching, moaning and panting. Before long I felt another orgasm hit me much harder than the first and yet she still continued.

As my third orgasm hit I could barely breath, my pussy had tightened up so much it felt like I was being screwed by a block of wood. I screamed out in a hoarse voice for her to stop. The dildo sank up to my cervix again and I felt a tongue running along my thighs. I laid there panting heavily as she licked up all my juices to clean me up. After about 10 minutes I felt her moving my legs then something sliding up along them. She lifted my ass off the bed, I looked down and saw her shifting my panties in place over my crotch.

She crawled up to me then whispered I could keep her dildo. She then produced a pair of red silk panties which had a dark stain over the front. She whispered to me they were her panties, that she’d masturbated several times with them on. She told me they were mine and that I should smell them as I thought of her while I fucked myself with her dildo. She left them in my hand then got up off the bed and told me to leave quickly before someone finds out I’m in the oblivion gate.

I sat up and looked at her, my voice half croaked in my throat as I asked her name. She turned, flashing me a devilish grin she said her name was Desire. As she disappeared from the room I stared at her panties, then I sniffed them. They reeked of sex and smelt like hot wet pussy. I slowly crawled off the bed and grabbed my clothes. I was about to remove the dildo from myself when I shuddered as I got a dirty idea to leave it in.

Thankfully sanity kicked in telling me to remove it or it’d be impossible to finish my job in the oblivion gate. I pulled my panties aside and pulled the dildo out. My pussy felt quite sore, it felt thoroughly fucked out. The feeling wasn’t unwelcome though, it’d been a long time since I’d been fucked so good that I was hurting from it. Still I had a feeling I wouldn’t be stuffing myself full of anything for at least a few days despite the horrible feeling of emptiness I felt without the dildo inside.

I quickly pulled my clothes on, stuffed Desire’s panties in my pocket and wiped off the dildo and put it away. I cast a chameleon spell on myself and headed out of the bedroom. I snuck past a Dremora standing against the wall at a T junction and headed to the left up a ramp to the level above. I sneaked through the halls finding very few Dremora walking around until I came to a hall that ended with a door.

I silently snuck over to the door. As I tried to open it though I quickly found it was locked, not only that I couldn’t see a keyhole anywhere. I tried to pry open the door with my fingers but it was no use, it was stuck tight. With a sigh I sneaked past the Dremora over to the other side of the tower. I stood in the hallway staring at another door for a few moments and wouldn’t you know it like the other it couldn’t be opened, at least by me.

I backtracked to the center with the flame jet and looked out over the balcony. I was still a LONG way down but looking below I must have been about half way up the tower. I let out a deep breath and shook my hands to loosen them up. I stepped onto the railing and turned around. As I gazed up I could see about 50 floors still above me, with another deep breath I jumped up. I grabbed onto the floor above and hoisted myself up onto the railing.

You see one of the skills I’ve been trained in over the years was Parkour. It was more or less a way of using your surroundings to get around. Problem is, it usually involved climbing free handed up walls and running along skinny beams. Although I’m not too afraid of heights I’ve never been too comfortable climbing free handed, so I tended to avoid it when I could.

I landed on the balcony and crept over to the door. As I looked down the hall I could see at least a dozen Dremora running around, guarding and generally preparing to unleash hell. Seeing them, my heart sank. I knew I couldn’t waste time and sneaking through them without bumping into anyone would be pretty hard. I looked back out at the balcony and with a sigh went back over to the railing.

I jumped up and hoisted myself to the next floor then grabbed the railing. I pulled myself up and jumped to the next floor. I continued scaling each floor within a few seconds. At one stage I passed right by a Dremora on the balcony. He looked back moments after I disappeared from his view. I continued climbing, hoisting myself up floor by floor. Meanwhile I was hanging over a pit of lava with a drop over 100ft, not exactly what I’d call safe.

As I pulled myself onto the last floor I cast a chameleon spell to hide myself again. As I caught my breath I looked around, I was at the top but there were a few Dremora patrolling the area. I ran over to the closet door and slipped myself inside without them noticing. I continued along a long winding hallway until I came to an open archway. Inside was a massive open area, 3 floors in total. There were large black and red spiked staircases leading up on either side.

Up at the very top the flame ended around a flaming sphere. The sphere was perched over a large metal ring that was held in place with at least a dozen chains as large as my wrist. As I put a foot over the archway a white mist washed over the area. Before I could react I heard yelling, when I looked down at myself I was visible with two dozen pissed off dremora running at me in all directions. The bastards had set up a dispel trap so nobody could sneak in.

I ran over to the stairs coming face to face with the dremora. As they swiped their weapons at me I grabbed the wall and hoisted myself to the floor above. I ran past others ducking and dodging their weapons as I made my way to the staircase. I slipped between a dremora’s legs and headed up to the top stopping in front of the black sphere. I didn’t know what it was but something told me it was the root of the problem and with it gone the gate would disappear.

All around me Dremora rushed towards me with weapons drawn. I took one last look around then grabbed the flaming orb and ripped it from its place. White blinding light engulfed everything, I lifted my free hand up to shield my eyes. Wind blew fiercely all around me tugging me in a dozen different directions. It felt like my body might be torn apart from the sheer force of it. Then suddenly a jet of wind burst out from the center where the orb had been knocking me clean off my feet.

When I opened my eyes I saw a beautiful blue sky overhead with white clouds and large green trees towering over me. As I sat up I saw a hundred people standing around me, they were people that had been standing around the gate in Cheydinhal. I glanced around, I was lying in a black crater, the gate was nowhere to be seen. All that remained of it was the flaming orb that I held within my hand.

As I stood up I looked around at the speechless crowd not sure what to do. Suddenly a massive cheer erupted, peoples hands flew in the air and everyone charged me. I was patted on the back, praised, cheered at and thanked. Before I knew it I was lifted in the air and being tossed up and down. I had set out to close the gate because no one else would. When I returned I was a hero, me, a hero, the very concept boggled my mind. How could such a heartless, evil person be called a hero?

After being tossed a few more times I was set down, I thanked the people and disappeared in the crowd. I quickly used a chameleon spell and escaped to the sanctuary. There I collapsed onto my bed with the fiery orb in my hand. I wasn’t used to being liked so much, or praised and I sure as hell wasn’t used to being called a hero. I’m sure they would have liked to give me a banquet or something but it was something I couldn’t handle.

I couldn’t possibly have sat there smugly as I ate with people praising me. Not a cold hearted person like myself, I wasn’t a hero and I couldn’t sit around pretending to be one. I was just a person who saw something that needed to be done and did it. Anyone else could have done it and maybe if I hadn’t stepped forward someone else would have.

I must have laid on my bed for over an hour thinking things over. Eventually Ocheeva came by and called me to dinner. As we ate everyone praised me and told me I did good. I accepted their praise but promptly told them I was no hero and I didn’t want to be called one. After dinner I headed to the bath and collapsed in the water. I was tired, sweaty and I’m pretty sure I reeked of sex.

I scrubbed myself clean until I smelt like a lavender sprig then retreated to my room. I plopped down on my bed in my underwear and pulled out Desire’s dildo. I held it in my hands looking over it as I thought of the black beauty. Desire was my first lesbian experience and I decided she wouldn’t be my last. I’d enjoyed it way too much to not do it again. Oddly, I felt fine. I didn’t feel bad, or ashamed or dirty for giving into my lust and screwing her like I thought I might. In a weird way it just felt right.

I pulled out her red silk panties and brought them to my nose. They reeked of sex, they held the heavy scent of her overheated pussy. I blushed and sat them aside, I wasn’t the type to go around smelling panties but they were a nice memento of my first time with a woman and a good reminder of the pleasure I had felt.

I pulled my panties to the side and slid the dildo inside myself. A gasp escaped my lips as the black metal stretched me open and slide deep inside. My pussy still felt quite sore but I could live with the dildo inside me, I just wanted to be stuffed. I sank it in all the way then rearranged my panties and laid back.

As I gazed at the ceiling I begun to wonder if I’d ever see Desire again. The oblivion gate had been closed and the only thing that came out of it in the end was me, so what happened to all the dremora inside? I rolled onto my side, I snuggled my head into the pillow and closed my eyes. A smile crept across my face as I felt the dildo held tightly inside me. As dirty as it was I planned to sleep with it in.

My dreams were filled with images of Desire and the two of us fucking each other half to death. Unfortunately I don’t remember any of the dreams clear enough to write about them. All I know is when I woke up my panties and my pussy were sopping wet. I pulled off my panties and carefully removed the dildo giving out a slight moan of pain as I did. Since my hole never received much use and after all the stretching from yesterday I was feeling pretty sore. I never did understand why you always feel worse the day after something.

I brought the dildo up to my face to look at it. It was soaked in my juices and reeked of my pussy. I looked at it for a few moments then licked up the length quickly. I’d tasted my juices once or twice before mostly out of curiosity or when giving a blow job to a guy after we’d had sex. This was different though, I don’t know why but I felt like tasting it for tasting it. I closed my eyes and licked over the dildo, rubbing the taste around in my mouth with my tongue.

It reminded me a lot of Desire’s taste, it wasn’t the same but it was still quite nice. After licking off the dildo I sat it aside. I felt horny but I felt way too sore to do anything. I glanced to the side and noticed Desire’s panties, she said I should smell them and think of her as I masturbate. After all those dreams of her it sounded like a good idea. I grabbed them and brought them to my nose, inhaling her lovely scent. My hand trailed down to my crotch and I gently started rubbing my clit in circles. It was pretty much the only part of my pussy that didn’t feel sore.

Thoughts of Desire flashed through my mind as I casually pleasured myself while smelling her scent. Before long I groaned out and tensed up as I orgasmed. It wasn’t a very intense one but it was nice, more than enough to sate my lust…for the time being. I laid on my bed staring at her panties, it seemed so dirty but at the time I didn’t really care. After relaxing for a while I sat her panties aside then dressed myself in some casual clothes.

When I opened my door I found a few papers held to it by a dagger. I took them off and looked them over quickly realizing they were articles from the Black Horse Courier. One was devoted to Moric’s demise which they categorized as an accident then went on to talk about his work and life achievements.

Another was about the hero of Cheydinhal it depicted a sketch of a dark elf woman wearing black clothing with her face hidden by a hood. It talked how after the gate disappeared she promptly disappeared into the crowd before she could be rewarded properly. It said how appreciative the townspeople were and how brave she was. It even said they knew she wanted to remain anonymous but they wanted to give her their most sincere thanks.

The final article was on Kvatch. Apparently daedra attacked it the same time as Cheydinhal had been attacked. Unfortunately Kvatch wasn’t as lucky and the city now lies in ruins with hundreds of people dead. I cracked half a smile at the hero of Cheydinhal article then took the papers and threw them in my desk with the article of Ejema.

I headed to the kitchen and sat down for a meal with everyone then grabbed the fiery orb from my room and headed out through the well exit. I was curious to know more about the orb, more to the point if it had any value at all. Figuring the mages guild would be the best place to find out about it I headed over there.

As I walked in I spotted Duane busy at a bench mixing potions, I was starting to wonder if the guy ever did anything else. I tapped him on the shoulder and said hi to him, he immediately praised me for my job on the oblivion gate. I sighed and showed him the fiery orb then asked if he knew anyone that could tell me anything about it. He leaned down and stared at it watching the flames flicker for several seconds then said Uurwen could probably help me. He pointed me over to an elderly Bosmer woman with a wrinkly face. She was wearing a worn down aqua colored robe and was busy sitting on a chair reading.

I walked over to Uurwen and asked if I could have a moment of her time. She glanced up at me then noticed the orb in my hands and sprung to her feet. Before I knew what was going on she’d snatched the orb from my hands and was practically drooling over it as she inspected it. She quickly told me it was a Sigil Stone and it was a powerful device used to anchor oblivion gates. She stopped and looked at me, blinked then looked surprised as she realized I was the one who had closed the oblivion gate.

I stared at her for several moments then asked if the sigil stone had any use. Uurwen turned her gaze back to the sigil stone with that excited half drooling look and said it had plenty of use. She said the most common was to enchant objects then she inspected it closer and said that the one I had was a rather powerful one. It was capable of doing absorb fatigue when put on a weapon or restore fatigue when put on armor or jewelry.

It honestly didn’t sound that powerful but when I considered the use of a restore fatigue item I started grinning. Uurwen asked me with a sparkle in her eyes if I wanted to sell it. I smirked at her and said I’d rather have it enchant something. She looked disappointed but reluctantly agreed. I thought for a moment then said an amulet would be good but unfortunately I didn’t have one.

Uurwen led me upstairs and opened a drawer revealing a bunch of jewelry she had specifically for enchanting purposes. She told me to pick one out and for a couple hundred Septims she’d enchant it for me with the sigil stone. I looked over them for a while then picked out a gold chain with a diamond shaped ruby on the front.

Uurwen took the necklace and I watched as she literally pushed the sigil stone inside the amulet. It was quite an amazing sight, a white sparkle of energy glowed where the sigil stone connected with the amulet. After a few more moments it was quickly absorbed fully leaving the amulet glowing faintly with power. She handed me the amulet and I put it around my neck.

Immediately I felt a rush of energy and power, I felt like I could run a thousand miles without breaking a sweat. Uurwen charged me 500 Septims and with a slightly lighter pocket but a powerful amulet I left the mages guild.

When I got back to the sanctuary I played around a bit testing out the amulets restore fatigue power. Truthfully it really did stop you from getting tired but what I realized after some exercise and stretching is that although it stopped you from getting tired it didn’t stop you from getting sore muscles. To be honest it made perfect sense.

After messing around with the amulet I spent most of the rest of the day reading in my room and practicing a bit of archery in the training hall.

Normally I write in my journal everyday but the week has been so slow I haven’t really bothered. After closing the oblivion gate I figured it’d be best to lay low for a while until people get over it and things get back to normal.

Problem is myself and everyone else is bored. Our sanctuary hasn’t received a single mission all week. I guess the old saying isn’t true there isn’t always someone to kill. To be honest the whole concept of free time was pretty mind boggling to me. I can’t even remember when I last had so much time to do whatever I wanted.

The lack of things to do though has given me a wealth of time to think. The first few days my thoughts and dreams were filled of images of Desire. But the last few days it’s quickly changed, now all I can think about is getting a hard dick in me.

It’s been a long time since I was last fucked by a guy. My lesbian experience I had was exciting and all but truthfully I felt like I needed a good pounding. It had to be from a real dick too, a dildo just doesn’t give the same feeling, as nice as that feeling is.

Anyway let’s see what have I been spending my time on? Oh yeah, I spent some time with Teinaava mixing up potions and poisons in the alchemy lab. Nothing was for my personal use I was mostly doing it to kill time. I figured the others would use the potions and poisons when they needed them.

Then a couple days ago 4 of us had a girl’s night in the bath. All up there was myself, Ocheeva, Antoinetta and some wood elf woman I didn’t see around the sanctuary much. We spent our time talking, splashing each other and believe it or not even washing each other. For someone who had just found an interest in women like myself it was a real feast for the eyes, pussy and breasts everywhere. I made sure to ogle everyone, naturally without getting caught.

On Loredas we had a big party in the sanctuary. Everyone got sloshed, except for me since I’d never been big on liquor. If anything I was probably the only sober one at the party. As it raged on we quickly got into a dagger throwing competition. Despite being drunk, let me tell you these guys could still throw a dagger. Well Antoinetta almost caused hell when she nearly took off one of M'raaj-Dar’s ears but aside from that there wasn’t a problem on aim.

Before long almost everyone had passed out leaving me the only one standing. As I looked around I didn’t seen Teinaava or Ocheeva anywhere. When I went to look for them I found them lying in Ocheeva’s room passed out. They both had satisfied smiles painted across their faces and I was about to walk past when I noticed something. I walked into the room to get a closer look and I was right, they had fucked. Ocheeva had cum leaking out of her pussy onto the bed.

I turned to leave then stopped halfway and looked back. I don’t know why but for some reason I walked over to Ocheeva and slid my finger inside her, she felt like a boiling hot puddle of jelly. I brought my sticky cum dripping finger to my mouth and licked it clean. The taste was quite exquisite, lizard pussy and lizard cum, it was one hell of a good cocktail. I looked down at the two of them and promptly forced myself to leave.

To be honest I would have liked to eat the dripping cum right out of Ocheeva’s well fucked hole and ride Teineeva’s dick to pleasure but I couldn’t. That wasn’t me, I couldn’t take advantage of them being drunk and I didn’t like the idea of forcing myself between their relationship. Maybe one day I’ll get an invite though, I’ve never been in a threesome before and the idea of one was kind of exciting.

Finally just tonight I was walking past Ocheeva’s room when I heard moaning, I paused then went over to the door and looked through the tiny opening. Inside I saw Ocheeva lying on the bed with Teinaava over her. Teinaava had his dick balls deep in her pussy and she was humping back at him while groaning like a bitch in heat. I watched for a moment and felt my pussy beginning to grow moist. I quickly shook my head clear and walked away from the door I didn’t want to be caught watching them.

As I headed to my room the image of Teinaava plowing Ocheeva’s pussy was stuck in my mind. I managed to put it out of my mind though until now by writing my journal.

This morning when I walked into the lounge area I was surprised to see Lucien standing around talking to Ocheeva. Noticing me he motioned a hand at me signaling for me to come over. I silently walked over to them and looked back and forth between them quickly. Lucien told me a member of the dark brotherhood has been missing for almost 2 weeks now and he’s been checking in with all the sanctuaries to see if she’s turned up, unfortunately she hasn’t.

Since she hasn’t turned up Lucien suspects that some foul play has been done if that’s the case it can’t go unpunished. He said he’s been keeping an eye on my progress and was rather pleased especially with how I handled the oblivion gate outside of town. He did remind me though that it’s best to keep a low profile. After that Lucien decided to get to the point he asked straight out if I wanted to handle the investigation into the matter.

I thought about it briefly and agreed, it’s not like I had anything better to do anyway. With that Lucien begun to explain the details to me. The dark sister as he called her was a female Khajiit named Kiseena who had disappeared 2 weeks ago from the sanctuary in Leyawiin. My job was simple track her down, if she’s alive and if she’s captured save her and kill her captors. If she’s dead kill those responsible for her death. Lucien warned me that he wanted results soon and I was to focus my full attention on the job.

I excused myself, grabbed some breakfast then went to look for M’raaj-Dar. The lazy bastard was still sleeping in his room so I pounded on his door til he woke. He opened the door looking rather annoyed to see me but quickly cheered up when I told him I wanted to look over his wares. He opened the door letting me inside then motioned at the side of the room where he had a pile of junk lying around.

It only took me a few moments to find what I was looking for. I purchased a knife belt I could hook around my chest that could hold 3 throwing knives on either side of me. Naturally I also purchased 6 light weight steel throwing knives.

I hadn’t thought of it earlier but I usually had a set of throwing knives specifically for quick kills. There’s times when a bow is too slow and a dagger too short range to be useful, for those times throwing knives are an excellent weapon. The whole thing cost me 170 Septims but I think it was worth it.

I quickly headed back to my room and geared up before leaving the sanctuary and heading over to the mages guild. I quickly had myself teleported over to the imperial city and headed over to the market district to where the black horse courier was setup. I figured if anyone had information on Kiseena’s disappearance it might be them. I also wasn’t so sure Kiseena disappearing was related in any way to the dark brotherhoods activities.

Inside the place was packed with news leaflets and I mean packed. There were massive piles sitting in corners, leaflets strewn about the desk, overall the place was a mess. Somehow between it all I found a Khajiit who introduced himself as Hassiri. He had a nice expensive looking red and black shirt with a pair of long black pants on. He had scruffy hair on his head and a red bandana holding it in place.

He apologized for the mess and claimed they were in the process of cleaning up. I told him about Kiseena saying she was a friend of mine. With a heavy sigh he told me that she wasn’t the first person to disappear then showed me over to a stack of articles.

Over the past few years over a hundred people had gone missing from all different cities. Most of them had one thing in common, they were female, young and were either Khajiit or Argonians. Almost two dozen were listed as missing in the past month. Seeing all that it wasn’t hard to see that they were all related and that Kiseena disappearing was just her getting caught in the incident.

Hassiri was jumping to murder or abduction plus the usual wildlife attacks but I’m not sure it was any of those. Since the main focus is Khajiit and Argonians my bet is its slavers. Even with slavery illegal in Cyrodill and slavery no longer happening in Morrowind there’s always someone enslaving somebody for some reason, just look at Ejema. No doubt their being abducted from various cities for both variety and to throw off any guesses to where the next abduction might happen.

If Kiseena was abducted 2 weeks ago she could be in another province by now but there is a chance they’ve been building up a collection of slaves in preparation of auctioning them off. Either way I’ll have to gather information pretty fast if I want any hope of finding her.

I quickly left the black horse courier and got myself teleported over to Leyawiin. Leyawiin to be honest is a bit of an odd looking town. In one way it’s very nice with good roads and small little lakes around the place. But on the other it looks very worn down. The buildings are nice being brick and painted stone with wooden framing but all the buildings are just so worn out. The paint is cracked, the bricks are breaking and some of the small houses you wonder how they even stay standing.

After walking around briefly I started chatting up the beggars and night watch guards around town. It didn’t take long to get some information a few Septims goes a long way with beggars and guards. No surprise but the homeless beggars were by far the most useful. I found out one of the beggars witnessed Kiseena being abducted but didn’t know the people who had done it, he only knew one of them was a dark elf woman.

Another beggar had overheard talk between a dark elf woman and a male orc. The conversation was slightly cloak and dagger, keeping things sketchy like has the thing been done and such. Using the fact that one was a dark elf woman I managed to get an address where she lives.

I headed over to her house that turned out to be a pretty run down stone shack, the door didn’t even have a lock on it. I pushed the door open and headed inside. The inside wasn’t much better than the outside, cracked walls, junk lying about the place, it was hard to imagine someone living inside. Shaking my head clear I started looking through the place, searching for clues.

After rummaging through most of the house I found a journal tucked away under the pillow of the bed. The last entry was dated today, mere hours ago no doubt. It talked how they had secured enough slaves for a group of buyers in Skywatch, a town in the Summerset Isles. She talked how the snooty high elves wanted some high quality lizard and cat pussy to order around, her words not mine. They had all the slaves secured in a cave along the coast and were going to load them on a ship and set sail tonight.

When I looked outside I noticed the sun was setting, I guess the time flew by with my whole investigating. I quickly headed out of the city and snuck over to the stables. It wasn’t attended and a couple of the horses were still saddled. I borrowed one of the white horses that was ready to go and raced it off to the coast.

As I rode through the area I looked around at the scenery. The area around Leyawiin was a dense wet forest almost like a marshland. The massive lush green trees swayed overhead from the wind with droplets of rain still clinging to their leaves. The ground was mostly damp dirt with patches of large grass littered about the land. Large puddles were formed in ditches with flowers and bushes growing nearby. There were masses of mushrooms about the place too. All different types, growing on trees and broken off branches that were lying about the land. And all around me I could hear the chirping of birds, crickets and the noises of frogs.

By the time I got to the water’s edge it was already pitch black. I scanned the coast and the horizon hoping to find a ship but I saw nothing. I was about to give up when I noticed dozens of different footprints in the sand. I looked out in the distance and just barely made out a ship, it was already far far away.

I quickly looked around for a boat then let out a sigh as I realized there wasn’t one. With some minor cursing I ran toward the sea and jumped in then started swimming after the ship. It seemed almost futile at first especially since I was heavily slowed down by soaking wet clothes and a quiver full of water. But as I kept swimming I realized I was quickly gaining on the ship.

As I closed in on it my arms started to get sore from swimming for so long. I bit through it through and managed to grab onto the side. With some careful climbing I quickly scaled my way up and climbed on deck. I took a moment to let my arms rest and while doing so I looked around the top level of the ship.

The ship itself was in pretty good condition, it wasn’t new by any means but it had the look of a good strong merchant ship. The only person I could see up on deck was a large burly orc who was busy steering. I figured it’d be best to leave steering the ship to the orc for the time being. With that thought in mind I drew my dagger and crept over to the Captain’s cabin.

With a quick twist of my lock pick I slipped inside. Inside I found an interesting little sight. There was the various cabinets and desks of a captain but smack in the middle was a double bed with a naked dark elf woman being eaten out by a naked Khajiit woman. I stood there silently for a while just observing them, somewhat enjoying the show.

The dark elf woman was surprisingly young looking, probably only a few years older than myself. She had long black hair down to her shoulders and dark red eyes. Her body was very athletic, with smooth flawless skin. The Khajiit looked to be about my age as well. She had a nice glossy fur coat with a tight looking little ass and a pretty little cat face.

The Khajiit was obviously being forced into the sex. She had her arms bound behind her back and the dark elf woman kept pressing on her head as she ground her pussy against her furry mouth. The few times she managed to escape the woman’s iron grip I could see tears in her eyes and the fur around her mouth was matted down with the woman’s juices.

After about a minute I decided to finally take some action on the situation. I grasped my dagger tightly and rushed ahead. The dark elf was so into things that she only noticed me right before I slashed her across the throat. The Khajiit quickly pulled away and sat on the bed watching as the woman choked on her own blood.

The Khajiit sniffed and rubbed her tears against her shoulder before thanking me. As I untied her she asked if Lucien had sent me. I leaned around her to look her over and asked her, confirming she was indeed Kiseena. I sighed and shook my head, what a pitiful sight. A member of the dark brotherhood, no, an assassin face down in some woman’s snatch with her hands behind her back.

As I looked over her though I noticed she had quite a few purple marks hidden under her fur on her backside and around her breasts. They’d beaten her up quite a bit probably mostly out of fun. I told Kiseena to clean herself up then we’d take care of the rest of the crew. She quickly wiped her mouth off and dressed in some clothes from the dresser then came over to me silently. I presented her with one of my throwing knives and motioned at the door.

What happened next could only be called a skoomaed up speed rush, without the skooma though. Kiseena bolted through the ship slashing the crew of no more than 6 people with blood lusted fury within less than 60 seconds. She deliberately attacked so she would injure rather than kill. The result was some pretty skin crawling screams that lasted for several minutes before the would be slavers finally died. I quietly made my way through the ship following the splattered blood and stepping over the groaning slavers.

Eventually I came to a small corner of the ship where a dozen other Khajiit and Argonians were locked up in a cell together. They watched Kiseena silently as she stood in front of them in a daze shaking with my throwing knife in her hand dripping blood. I relieved her of the knife and deftly opened the lock allowing the slaves to go free. I walked around them unlocking their shackles in turn and receiving a thank you from each.

Once they were all free we headed up on deck. One of them quickly ran over to the wheel and spun the ship around steering us back towards Leyawiin. As we sailed Kiseena thanked me and explained that she’d been taken off guard and knocked unconscious. After she almost killed one of them they beat her up badly and kept her chained down tightly like a stray dog. She told me she didn’t have much choice except to be that woman’s bitch until she found an opening to attack again.

After giving us a moment to chat the former slaves came over to thank me again for coming to rescue them. An Argonian girl noticed the water dripping from my clothes so she quickly motioned her hands. I was hit by an intense blast of heat for several moments, when it ended I was completely dry.

I thanked her for drying me then I decided to set the record straight. I told them clearly that I had come for Kiseena and only Kiseena. I told them I didn’t really care what happened to them or if they were sold as slaves. Several of them looked rather annoyed, a few others were speechless, the rest didn’t even know how to reply. Kiseena didn’t seem too surprised I guess being a member of the dark brotherhood kind of implied you had a heart of stone.

I was about to walk away and relax in a corner when an Argonian woman shyly tapped my shoulder and motioned over to the captain’s quarters. I would have thought she wanted to chew me out but the look on her face showed that she had more important things on her mind. I silently followed her inside wondering what she could possibly want to speak with me about in private.

She introduced herself as Nakuma but what she told me completely shocked me. She told me she wanted to be sold as a slave, seeing my astonished look she quickly begun to explain. She told me she’d been living on the streets since she was little and she’d much rather being a slave with a warm bed and a roof over her head.

The whole thing sounded kinda flawed to me, to be honest I don’t see why the beggars are even homeless. There’s jobs aren’t there? I myself survived by stealing but I’m sure I could have gotten proper work once I was older too if I hadn’t gone down the line of an assassin. Either way I wasn’t about to question her stupid logic. What she asked was simple, sell her off, preferably to a kind master.

I wasn’t about to go to Skywatch to sell her though. I wasn’t going to risk getting screwed over and possibly killed. After a bit of thinking I realized Livia might have an idea, I had the feeling that she might have had slaves before it would explain why she wanted Ejema rather than just having her killed especially in a province like Cyrodill. As I thought about it a dirty thought entered my mind. I could keep her as my own slave and have her lick my pussy whenever I wanted.

My chain of thought was tragically cut short when I realized I didn’t exactly have a place of my own. I couldn’t exactly have her stay at the sanctuary as my servant. I perked up again when I realized I could at least get a good tonguing out of it all. I told Nakuma sternly that she’d have to please whoever bought her sexually, male or female. She seemed a little surprised but then nodded slightly.

I smirked and told her she’d have to show me she was worth selling. She looked at me weakly and said yes. I slapped her gently across the face and asked her yes what. She held a hand to her face in shock and quickly replied yes mistress. I could feel my pussy getting wet hearing that, it was actually kind of fun and exhilarating to order someone else around.

I walked over to the bed, kicked the former captain off the side and threw the bloody blankets on top of her. With the bed free and clean I slipped out of my pants and sat back on the bed with my legs spread. I tapped my crotch and told her to get licking. Nakuma moved between my legs and stared at my wet slit. Judging by the way she acted I’d say she’d never gotten sexual with another woman, then again neither had I until I encountered Desire.

I waited patiently for her to start but she just kept staring. In the end I grabbed her head and forced it against my crotch. As I held her tightly against my pussy she quickly started licking causing a shiver to run up my spine. The rough texture of her tongue felt so heavenly as it whipped across my labia. After only a few licks I could already feel my juices flowing out. I heard wet smacking sounds coming from her mouth as she sucked up every drop I dripped.

I almost lost it when she changed her target to my clit. The rough stimulation was almost too much to bear. I felt my whole body shaking and I almost felt like shoving her away because it felt so sensitive. I steadied myself on her head and dug my nails cruelly into her scaly skull. I let out a gasp as I felt her tongue suddenly dive inside me. The leathery sandpaper like appendage glided across my walls scrubbing me inside.

For someone that knew nothing about pleasuring other women Nakuma was a real expert. She pulled her sticky face away only briefly to pound me with a pair of her fingers. Even the scaly feel of her fingers gave their own kind of pleasure, like a rough studded dildo. After only a few short thrusts she quickly went back to licking. Before long I was clinging to her tightly as I shook in orgasm. As she pulled away I looked at her face, my juices were plastered across her lips. She whipped her tongue out across her muzzle cleaning her face off.

As I stood up weakly to put my pants back on I heard a knock at the door. A voice on the other side asked what we were doing. Nakuma turned white with fear and panic. I on the other hand yelled out that we were talking and we’d be out in a minute. After taking a moment to get my balance back to my legs I put my pants back on then told Nakuma to get dressed in something from the dresser. With both of us presentable she headed outside. As we emerged an Argonian woman was standing by the door. She looked at us and asked what we were talking about.

I gave her the coldest most evil glare I could give and told her it was none of her business. She turned practically white with fear and quickly ran off to the others. I turned to Nakuma with a smirk and told her she’d be worth selling after all. I told her I’d see about getting her a good home. Her eyes started beaming and I think she was even about to hug me when she suddenly stopped as she realized who she was talking to.

The rest of the boat trip was rather uneventful. I sat in a corner quietly with Nakuma by my side. With the look on her face and the way she acted if she was only panting I would have mistaken her for a puppy. She was so incredibly happy and eager. As we sat around the others talked and looked around the ship. Several of them managed to get clothing or make simple clothing out of sheets. The rest decided to go naked since they didn’t have much choice.

By the time we got the ship back to the shore I guessed it was about midnight. Kiseena thanked me once more then told me she’d make her own way back. I watched as she walked off through the mud towards the road. The others talked for a while before going after her. Nakuma stayed silently by my side until I motioned her to follow me. Nearby I found the horse I had, apparently it had wandered off to graze on some nice green grass.

I jumped up on the horse and helped Nakuma up with a hand. Together we rode off to Leyawiin passing by the group of women as they marched back to civilization. At the mages guild we found someone busy doing some late night study who was more than happy to send us over to Cheydinhal.

As we walked over to Livia’s house I begun to wonder if she was still awake. I was contemplating whether or not I should take Nakuma back to the sanctuary when I spotted lights coming from her house. I knocked on the door and after a few moments it opened with Livia standing at the doorway.

Seeing it was me she smiled and showed me in. As Nakuma passed by her eyes stuck to her like glue I could already see her mind buzzing with questions. She showed us to the lounge area and we sat down on some nice comfortable padded seats near a roaring fire. Livia called out for some drinks to be brought and after a few minutes a naked Ejema walked out silently holding a silver tray full of drinks.

Ejema looked pretty healthy save a few bruises on her scaly backside or breasts. As she put our drinks down in front of us Nakuma watched her with fascination. Looking at Ejema I could tell Livia had given her a hard time. She’d quickly been forced into the role of the perfect slave, to cook, clean and fuck on command. I didn’t see a shred of fight left in her eyes, she’d completely resigned herself to her fate despite city guards being no more than several dozen feet away.

After putting our drinks on the table Ejema stood silently with her hands together in front of her crotch. Livia waved her hand telling her that was all for now. Ejema bowed and silently disappeared into the kitchen.

We each grabbed a cup and as we sipped at the tea Livia asked me to tell her what was going on. I motioned my hand at Nakuma and told her how I’d found her and how she willingly wanted to be a slave. I then told her how I’d maybe keep her myself but then explained about my living situation. Livia listened to my story intently hanging onto to every word as her fascination with Nakuma quickly grew.

As I finished I told her I’d come to her in hopes of finding her a home. By that point Livia’s eyes were positively beaming, she quickly asked Nakuma to get undressed. Nakuma looked to me shyly so I simply nodded. With that Nakuma silently got up and started undressing herself until her beautiful scaly body was disrobed. Livia got up and inspected her carefully, hefting each of her breasts in a hand, parting her scaly labia for a view inside and even checking her depth and tightness with a finger.

She seemed quite pleased by the inspection but then seemed somewhat depressed. She told me she’d like to keep Nakuma herself but Ejema was more than enough trouble. After a bit of thought she told me she did have a sister in Morrowind who was looking for some help. Nakuma’s face brightened and she looked to me.

I nodded my head and told Livia that’d be fine. She smiled and told Nakuma to go help Ejema in the kitchen for now. As I sipped at the tea I told Livia to tell me a bit more about her sister as I was rather curious. Livia told me her sister ran a farm where she bred guars and last she heard she was on the lookout for someone to tend the male guars needs while the females were pregnant.

I choked on my tea and almost had some of it run out of my nose. I definitely hadn’t expected something like that. I banged my chest trying to clear the tea out of my lungs. I asked Livia if she was referring to sex with the guars. She merely smiled and nodded. She told me Nakuma had a nice tight pussy and the guars would have a ball stretching her out.

I glanced at the kitchen and thought to myself Nakuma was going to get one hell of a shock when she finally found out the full details of her slavery. The whole idea of Nakuma being some guars bitch was very strange yet at the same time I couldn’t help but feel myself growing wet as I thought about it. I wasn’t so sure it was something I wanted to try but seeing someone else doing it was definitely an interesting thought.

As my mind finally calmed down Livia told me she’d contact her sister as soon as she could and get Nakuma sent off to Morrowind. I thanked her and told her to be gentle with Nakuma. Livia nodded and told me there was no need to be harsh on her and she was much too gentle to take much abuse or punishment. I thanked Livia once more than told her I had to get going.

As I walked out the door I heard Livia call for Nakuma I had a feeling Nakuma’s tongue would be sore before morning. I headed back to the sanctuary and collapsed on the bed in my room. As I drifted off to sleep my thoughts wandered, mostly about how Nakuma was going to handle her new lifestyle.

When I woke up this morning I found Lucien standing over me, as creepy as that was. I looked up at him sleepily and asked why he was here. He told me he’d heard from the Leyawiin sanctuary that Kiseena had returned safely. He went on to tell me if there was anything I ever needed done to just ask. He then presented me with a sack of septims and told me it was for a job well done.

As Lucien disappeared I sleepily opened the bag finding 10,000 septims inside. I sat the money aside, got dressed and left my room. Once again I found an article held to my door by a dagger. I took it down and looked over it carefully. It was yet another article on myself, it had another sketch of myself too this time in a lot more detail.

The article was entitled Hero or Heartless Mercenary? It talked about my freeing the would be slaves from their captors but it mentioned the fact that I had stated it was only a job and that I didn’t really care if they were sold or not. It also mentioned how I was the hero of Cheydinhal. Judging by the article the author was having a hard time figuring out if I was a good person or a bad person. Regardless, with the black horse courier circulating as it does my fame is quickly building, I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing though.

I grabbed some quick breakfast from the kitchen then retreated to my room to read. After about half an hour I heard a knock on my door. When I looked up I saw Kiseena standing at the doorway. I put my book aside and motioned for her to come in. Straight away she thanked me again and told me she came to ask for my help.

I sat and listened to her story as she begun to explain. She called her slavery experience enlightening. Not in a sexual way but to the fact that slavery is still going on despite being illegal. She told me she decided to start doing good by tracking down slavers and freeing slaves, that’s actually where I came in.

She’d track them down and I’d kill them and free the slaves. She explained she had built up a small fortune through her years as an assassin and she’d pay me 200 septims for every slave I freed. Sure the amount didn’t sound high but when you consider most slavers would keep upwards of 10 or 20 slaves it started to look a little more generous. Naturally her little crusade would be done between our assassin work, she needed a way to fund my help after all.

I explained to her how I didn’t care about her cause or that people were being used as slaves. I told her it wasn’t a personal thing of her kind it was just something I had grown up to know. She nodded and told me she knew and it didn’t matter if I didn’t believe in the cause as long as I helped. I shrugged and told her the price was right so I was in no position to refuse. Her face lit up and she told me she’d contact me again as soon as she gathered some information.

I saw Kiseena out and as I walked back to my room I passed by Antoinetta in the hall who was practically dancing around the room for joy. As I watched her confused Ocheeva came over to me with a smile. She explained Antoinetta had just gotten back from a job so she was in a rather good mood. I was still trying to work out Antoinetta’s psychotic mind when Ocheeva asked me if I was ready to undertake another mission.

I nodded blankly and asked her what the job was. She explained someone wanted a high up officer in the imperial legion killed who was currently stationed in Cheydinhal. She showed me a picture of an elderly imperial man in his late 40s with long hair down to his shoulders and a scruffy beard.

She explained that his name was Gabriel Walsh, the contractor just wanted him dead and it didn’t matter how or when as long as it was done soon. Ocheeva told me the contractor said he stayed in the castle almost all the time usually in his room pouring through dozens upon dozens of books. After hearing all the details I quickly agreed to the job.

Later that night just as the sky was growing dark I made my way through the city over to Cheydinhal castle. I cast a chameleon spell and quickly slipped through the main door leading into the courtroom. I hurried up the stairs past the guards into the throne room then went upstairs and entered the eastern door. I cautiously snuck through the hallway checking at the keyholes for the room I wanted.

Oddly enough before finding the right door I didn’t bump into any guards, or anyone else for that matter. The absence of people in the hallways at such an early time of night gave me a bad feeling. Wanting the job to be over quick I slid my picks into the keyhole and with a small flick of my wrist the door clicked open. I silently pushed the door open revealing Gabriel with his back to the door sitting in a chair busy reading through books that were stacked around his desk.

I stood at the doorway looking into the room for several moments. For some reason I got that bad feeling again. I stared at Gabriel’s back for a moment as he worked at his desk. I then glanced up at the ceiling and to the sides scanning the room. In a sudden instant I drew and threw a throwing knife at the back of his head. Just before it hit it; it connected with a purple aura, bounced off and clanged to the floor.

I saw movement in the room as people using chameleon magic rushed towards me. I quickly turned and bolted down the hallway as I recast my own chameleon spell. As I reached the end of the hall two guards appeared blocking my path. I drew my dagger and ducked under a sword as one of them swung at me. Using my lowered height I drove my dagger into his stomach then slipped around him.

I sprinted through the door to the throne room, jumped off the railing and grabbed the overhead chandelier. Without pausing I let go as I was swung forward and landed on the ground and continued running. I sprinted through the main hall and stopped dead in my tracks as I came to a blockade of guards blocking my exit. I quickly turned around to find my exit blocked by more guards.

My chameleon spell ran out as I held my dagger up and took up a fighting stance. Looking around quickly I estimated I had about 40 guards to deal with. They told me to surrender but I just smirked at them, like as if I’d go willingly to a jail cell.

I stood there for a moment then 1 of them stepped forward and attacked me. I ducked under his sword and slashed him across the side then stood back to back with him and stabbed him in the spine. As I wrenched my dagger free the guards glared at me angrily. Suddenly without warning I felt like I’d been hit by a hammer in my side. When I looked down I saw the tip of an arrow in my side. Looking at my back I could see the rest of it hanging out the other side of me, it’d gone right through.

In those few moments I was off guard they rushed forward and knocked me out. When I awoke I found myself in a large circular room made of large green moss covered bricks. To my left was a single entrance, a heavy steel door. Glancing around the only piece of furniture in the room was a small table with all my gear carefully laid out on it.

I quickly realized both my hands and legs were tied to a beam in the center with heavy chains, with my hands behind my back. Glancing around I quickly spotted several chains on the ceiling and walls probably to string up prisoners to interrogate them.

Looking down at myself I found the arrow was still in my side but it had been smashed so only a section of the wooden length was left in me. I guessed they left it in so they could use it to torture me and because they couldn’t be bothered to patch me up. At least with the arrow in my side my blood loss was kept to a minimum.

Outside the doorway I heard voices talking, several males and females. The males were arguing how they couldn’t start smacking up or torturing a woman even if she was part of the dark brotherhood. The female guards retaliated by saying they had no problem doing it themselves.

As I waited for someone to come interrogate me I started scanning the room and myself carefully with my eyes. I checked my footing, how much I could move my arms and legs, whether or not I could reach any of the locks on my chains that kind of thing. After looking around for a good 20 minutes and trying to devise an escape plan I heard the door creek open and in stepped a female guard.

I looked her over she was an imperial woman in her early 20s with long black hair down to her shoulders and very very cold blue eyes She strode over to me confidently and looked me up and down checking me over. After several moments she smiled and asked me to tell her everything I knew. I raised an eyebrow at her and asked if she thought I’d actually tell her just like that. She smiled at me wickedly and told me she hoped not.

I smiled back at her and told her to go to hell then asked if she could untie one of my hands so I could give her the finger. She turned and walked out the door seeming almost pleased by my reaction which in itself was very disturbing. She returned several moments later and I watched her as she walked over to the table.

She smiled sadistically at me and told me I’d soon be screaming and begging for her to let me talk. I watched silently as she dropped some rope, a tin box and a hammer on the table. I had a pretty good idea what she was about to do even before the box opened revealing dozens of rather fat 1 and a half inch long nails. Needless to say I pondered whether it was actually legal for her to torture me in the way she intended.

Now I’m not a person who likes pain and I really don’t like being tortured but when you’re in such a situation there’s two things you should ask yourself. Firstly which side is worse? The imperial legion can do some pretty nasty things to me but in the end it’s nothing compared to what the dark brotherhood would do. They’re the kind of people that would cut open your limbs and rip the bones from their sockets while you’re alive.

Secondly what do you do after you talk? Obviously I’d be unable to go back to the dark brotherhood and my reputation would probably get tarnished too as word spread. In the end I’d probably end up rotting in a jail cell or attempting to lead a normal life. Neither of which seemed like anything I could handle, at least not at the present time.

She walked over to me silently with the rope in her hands. She grabbed a hold of my shirt and tore it open causing my breasts to spill out for her to see. I watched silently as she pulled my nipples up one at a time and winded the rope around the base of my breasts. She took her time securing the rope being sure it was nice and taunt. By the time she tied it off I could already feel my breasts beginning to tingle as they engorged with blood.

She put a hand over each of my breasts and rubbed my nipples gently flicking them with her nails, naturally they quickly grew hard. She moved on to my breasts themselves and begun to caress and squeeze them gently. I stared at her eyes silently trying to suppress a moan then grinned slyly and told her I didn’t think she was the dyke type. She glared at me angrily a moment then pinched my nipples cruelly and turned to the table.

I held my mouth closed to stop from making a sound and glanced down at my breasts. They were both enlarged, bloated and were a dark red color from all the blood that had flowed in to them. What’s worse is they were beginning to get painful. I could feel them tingling all over and a small fire like heat emanated all around them. Despite the pain though I could feel my pussy had grown moist, the little foreplay she did with my nipples was enough to get my body a little turned on.

She turned back towards me with a nail in one hand and a hammer in the other. As I stared at them I knew it was about to get a whole lot worse. A quick glance at the box of nails was enough to tell me she wouldn’t run out anytime soon either. She placed the nail against my right nipple on the left side of my areola. As she looked up at me I could feel the razor sharp point of the nail digging into my skin slightly.

She grinned evilly at me and told me it was my last chance. I leaned my head back as if I was thinking about it then after a moment I leaned back forward and spat in her face. I caught her right in the eye too. Needless to say she wasn’t exactly pleased, she wiped my spit from her eye then turned to me with a glare and said have it your way then.

I watched silently, it felt like things moved in slow motion. I watched as she swung the hammer and it approached the nail against my breast. The hammer collided with the nail head and I gasped out as I felt raw hot pain as the nail burrowed into my breast. When I looked down sadly the nail was only half in. She seemed rather pleased with that though, she held my bloated breast tightly and smashed the nail with the hammer again driving it in to the tip.

I looked down where the nail had impaled me and it looked like nothing more than a silver dot on my skin. There wasn’t even a drop of blood, at least none that could actually escape the hole. On the inside though, I felt the sharp tip of the cold metal nail resting against the very base of my breast. I also felt a fiery warmth, it was small at first but it quickly grew, my guess was it was from the blood flowing into the small space left of the nail wound.

She quickly turned to retrieve another nail from the tin. I watched and gritted my teeth as she drove three more nails into my areola, one above my nipple, one below and one to the right forming a cross. Each nail felt like fire as it sank into my breast and on the inside I could feel exactly where and how close the nails were too each other. When I looked up from my breasts I saw her holding another nail in her hands.

I watched as she placed the next nail right against the tip of my nipple directly in the center. I didn’t think she was so sadistically cruel but I guess I was wrong. With a slam of the hammer I felt the nail drive forward. It sunk into the hole of the tiny milk duct in my nipple and ripped it wide open. With another slam of the hammer it drove deeper ripping the duct apart until it came to a stop against the base of my breast.

Needless to say the pain from it was excruciating, far worse than the other nails had been and I couldn’t help but let out a loud scream. I could only guess the kind of damage she had caused to my breast with that nail thankfully I was rather certain it could be repaired with a healing potion. She stared at me with a smile and kneaded by breast gently causing the nails to dance around inside and jab further at my damaged flesh.

As she turned away to grab another nail I looked down at my breast, somehow it seemed slightly larger than before. The next nail she placed on the left side of my areola on my other breast. By the time she was ready to hit it with the hammer I was certain my right breast had grown in size. It suddenly dawned on me why, she’d ripped through the milk ducts now they were filling up, with my blood.

My right breast had already grown much firmer and I was beginning to feel a pressure building inside it. I never had milk in my breasts but I had a pretty good idea it’d continue to fill with blood until the pressure evened out. What’s worse is with the nails still firmly embedded in my breast the blood would have no way to drain. It’d just fill up until it was bloated and sore, I’d probably feel like begging to have it drained after a while.

When she turned around with another nail in her hand and placed it on the right side of my areola of my left breast my heart sank. I quickly understood what was going to happen as the process repeated all over again as she hammered nails in my left breast until there were 4 nails in my areola and one directly through my nipple.

By the time she was done my right breast had filled so full with blood that it was literally purple. The skin was so taut I could literally see the veins streaked across it, it was absolute rock hard. To be honest it looked like it would explode if it were poked with a pin.

All that says nothing about the pain though. The burning heat inside my breast was so great it felt like it was sitting over an open stove being cooked right down to the center. My breast was so full and so bloated that it felt like it was about to tear in two and I was almost wishing it would happen too if it would just relieve the painful pressure.

As my other breast started to fill with blood I watched as she turned to grab another nail. In my head I prayed it would be over, I was hoping she would say that’ll do for now but I knew it wasn’t going to happen.

For the next 30 minutes I hung there as she hammered nails into my breasts. At several times I heard the awful grinding noise of metal against metal. Worst of all it was coming from inside my breasts and every time it did happen it meant the nails involved danced wildly before settling into a spot that was more painful than before.

She continued filling my breasts with nails until I had 12 in my areola on each breast forming a circle. One in each of my nipples and about 40 in each of my breasts perfectly aligned to form straight lines. Of course by the time she was done both my breasts were dark purple, the skin taut with veins crisscrossing all over.

She sat the hammer down and I glanced over at the tin noticing it was in fact empty. She stood in front of me then put a hand on each of my breasts. Even the feather like touch sent blinding pain shooting through my body. She grinned evilly and I bit my lip to stop from screaming.

She grabbed a hold of each of my breasts and begun to squeeze them harshly. She tugged on them and molded them squishing them around like they were toys. The pain was too much to bear and I let out a deafening scream. Inside my breasts the nails danced wildly turning what was left of the flesh in my breasts into tenderized dripping lumps of meat.

Out of the corner of my poorly focused eyes I caught one of her hands slipping into my pants. I felt a finger roughly force its way inside my pussy and twist around slightly before withdrawing. She brushed her finger against my top lip smearing my juices under my nose. She hurled insults and words at me, I caught only a few, whore, slut and bitch. She told me I was enjoying the treatment which of course I wasn’t even if for some reason my pussy was wet.

One of her hands went back to roughly playing with my left breast while the other went back in my pants. I felt her finger slip inside me and start fucking me wildly as she rubbed my clit raw. Most shocking of all I held sucking and squelching noises as she fucked me with her fingers. My pussy was sopping wet, how I don’t know, why I have no god damn clue but it was.

After only a minute of this treatment my body tensed up, I shuddered all over and my breath came in heavy gasps. At first I thought I might be having a heart attack but as it continued I suddenly realized I was having an orgasm. It really wasn’t an orgasm though, there was no pleasure in it at all and I felt nothing. I’d heard of people having orgasms from pain but it was nothing like that I felt absolutely nothing and when it was over I didn’t feel the kind of release I got when I have an orgasm.

When she was satisfied I’d cum or at least my body thought it had she pulled away. She rubbed her sticky fingers off on my face and laughed at me. Between my legs my pussy felt wet I even felt a strand or two of my juices running down the length of my legs. She was babbling on in front of me, I only caught a few important words like her saying she’d be back later.

It was at that point when I suddenly noticed a key on her. I stared in disbelief, at first I begun to think it was my imagination or think how could I miss it. As I continued looking though I quickly realized it was nothing more than a fraction of a keyring pointing out of the side of her pocket. It then dawned on me why I hadn’t noticed it earlier, it was because it wasn’t visible earlier. Through my tired pain ridden mind I quickly devised a plan to escape.

I mumbled softly which in turn made her move closer to me in an attempt to hear. I mumbled softly again and she asked slyly if I was ready to talk. I weakly nodded and mumbled again. She pressed herself up against me with her ear near my mouth. I stretched out with my fingers straining to reach the key. I kept her occupied with some mumbles and strained harder. My finger tapped the key ring and with a little repositioning I hooked the key ring with the tip of my nail.

I ever so carefully drew it backwards and let it fall into my palm. I was beginning to lose her attention so I quickly flipped the keys around with my hand and slipped one into the lock. I turned it and heard a small click. With a smile on my face I rose my head and said there’s something else I’d like to say. She backed away a bit and looked at me oddly.

I pulled my hands out from behind my back and grabbed her. I quickly pulled her in and wrapped my arms around her neck tightly. I wanted to pay her back, I wanted to slice pieces of her flesh off slowly and cram them down her mouth. To be blunt I wanted to kill her very very painfully. Unfortunately I couldn’t risk letting her escape.

I ended up deciding on some minor payback. I leaned down and bite down on her left ear while I choked her. I tore into her ear viciously like a stray mutt that got a hold of a ham. I raked my teeth across her ear and chewed on it thoroughly. She tried to scream but couldn’t and all the while she clawed at my arms trying to get loose.

Just before I felt the life draining out of her I ripped her ear clean off with my teeth and spat it out to the ground. As her body went limp I choked her for several seconds longer before tossing her aside like a rag doll. Choking that bitch to death was one of the single most satisfying things I’d ever done in my life. It’s just a shame it had to go so quickly.

With my hands free and the bitch dead I leaned down and unlocked the chains around my legs. The first act with my freedom was to take off the heavy rope binding my breasts. As the rope came off I felt the circulation start properly again. Well I wouldn’t say start properly again since I probably had nothing close to blood vessels left but at the very least it relieved some of the pressure.

The feeling as the rope came off though was pure agony, sharp pin like pains spread throughout my breasts. After letting the pain settle down I quickly grabbed my gear off the table then kneeled down to my former captor and started to undress her.

I tore off her armor and with some minor gasps of pain I managed to dress myself in it. I would have liked to remove all the nails from my breasts but the time to do so coupled with the amount of blood I would lose would seriously hinder my escape that’s if taking such time didn’t cause me to get caught.

I figured it was best to bite through the pain and escape rather than stop and deal with it. To be honest the pain was quite bearable without my breasts moving or being touched. They only felt like they were on fire with thousands of volts of electricity running through them.

As I hurried out the doorway I held my head low and walked slowly through the area. As I walked around the corner I suddenly bumped right into Kissena. I looked at her confused for a moment then asked what she was doing there. She smiled at me and said I apparently didn’t need any help escaping.

As it turns out Kiseena had come to Cheydinhal to talk to me only to find out I had been captured. She wasn’t the only one who decided to come help either apparently Ocheeva and Antoinetta were also going to come but Kiseena left without them. I smiled and walked off down the hall with her. Despite not needing her help I thanked her for coming for me, it was nice to know someone cared.

As we heard someone walking towards us I ordered Kiseena to cast a chameleon spell. She quickly did so and disappeared in a puff of green smoke. From there I walked out of the castle casually with Kiseena following close by invisible like a ghost. Thankfully we managed to make it out of the castle without any problems apparently the guards take little notice of others so long as their wearing guard armor.

Kiseena and myself quickly retreated to the well entrance of the sanctuary and climbed down the ladder. As Kiseena and I walked through the lounge area those that were there stared in shock as we silently passed. Kiseena followed me back to my room and there I quickly started to remove the armor. As I removed the breast plate I let out a gasp of pain.

Kiseena’s eyes quickly glued themselves to my chest as she analyzed the damage. She looked almost scared and her clawed hand went up to her mouth in shock. After several moments she told me she’d be right back. I pulled off the rest of the armor and sat down on the bed.

Several minutes later Kiseena came back with a pan, a basin filled with warm water, two cloths and several bandages. One look was enough to tell me she intended to stay and help me whether I wanted it or not. I was far too tired and sore to argue and I figured it’d be easier letting someone else patch me up than ripping the nails out myself. Kiseena told me how surprised and shocked she was as she looked me over.

I sat there silently as she inspected my breasts closely. She prodded them gently with her fingers for a moment to check them then went for the nails at my nipples. She held the empty pan underneath then she dug her nails under the nail in my right nipple and ripped it out. I let out a gasp from pain and relief and we both watched as a red stream of liquid drained from my breast into the pan.

The flow continued for some time before slowing to a trickle and finally stopping. As it finished my breast looked close to its normal size and it no longer felt like it was about to explode. Kiseena quickly repeated this with my other breast and when they were both finally drained she had me lie down on my back. She started digging her nails underneath the nail heads and pulling them out one by one then dropping them in the bloody pan.

I groaned out as each nail was ripped from my breast. It was painful but at the same time it provided a great relief. By the time Kiseena was done I was panting and shuddering from pain and mental exhaustion. She had me sit up briefly and she squeezed my breasts tightly to drain the last of the blood from them. I clenched my teeth as she squeezed them it almost felt like they were filled with nails again as the shredded insides of my breasts were crushed and squashed painfully.

As the last drops of blood drained from my breasts she allowed me to collapse back on the bed. Her fingers quickly settled on the broken arrow and with a tight grip she ripped it free in one swift motion producing a loud scream from myself.

I watched silently as she quickly produced a wash cloth and a basin of water. She dunked the cloth and carefully started to wash the blood from my breasts, chest and side. The warm water felt good on my skin but I felt painful stings as several droplets of water dripped into the wounds. When I was clean she gently dried me off.

Next she pulled out a healing potion and uncorked the vial. She told me this was gonna hurt a lot which I had no doubt in my mind. She offered me her dagger and told me to bite down on the handle. I silently took the handle in my mouth and bit down on it tightly.

Kiseena cupped my right breast tightly and carefully with her nails she held the shredded opening of my nipple open. I gulped down and watched as the vial turned to pour. As the first drop of liquid slipped past my nipple and touched the flesh inside I felt fire. I felt such intense fire and pain that it felt like my breast had been skewered with a 3,000 degree metal rod. I bit down on the dagger handle practically chewing through the steel as she continued to pour the vial into my breast

Once enough of the potion had filled my breast she poured it on the outside and gently rubbed it over the nail wounds. When she finished with my right breast she repeated the process with my left. Finally she poured part of the potion in the arrow wound on my side. By the time she was done my face and hair was matted with sweat but I’m proud to say despite all the pain I didn’t shed a single tear.

Kiseena carefully removed her dagger from my mouth taking note of the teeth marks on the handle. She helped me sit up and I watched as she produced a bandage. I sat there silently as she carefully wound the bandage around my chest. I gasped out in pain as she pulled it taut and tied it off. She quickly grabbed another bandage and wrapped it around my side several times before pulling it taunt and tying it off.

When she was done she offered me a healing potion, thankfully it was to drink. I downed the vial and fell back onto the bed completely mentally exhausted. Kiseena cleaned everything up and pulled the covers up over me. I smiled weakly at her and thanked her sincerely from the bottom of my heart. She smiled and told me to get some rest. With that she left and shut the door quietly behind her. Within mere moments I feel asleep.

As I awoke in the morning I felt sharp pain envelope me emanating from my breasts and my side. I looked down at my bandages quickly taking note of the red spots dotted about my breasts and the large red mark on my side. I figured I’d have to change the bandages later but for now they’d do. I gently pressed on one of my breasts causing a gasp to escape my lips. My breast felt tender and abused but at the same time I could tell it’d healed over night, ever so slightly.

I went over to my dresser and put on a simple long sleeved jacket which I left open. I felt anything else on my chest would be too much of a nuisance to get on and off and far too painful. I figured if anyone gave me a dirty glance or a wise crack a swift dagger to the face would be more than enough to fix them.

I left my room and headed through the sanctuary to the kitchen. There I found several of the others busy eating with Kiseena busily preparing food on plates for several others. I sat down silently and they all quickly glanced at my bloody bandaged chest. They greeted me but said nothing as Kiseena handed me a plate and I begun eating. Seeing her so early in the morning I guessed she must have slept on one of the spare beds last night, she was probably worried about me.

After finishing my meal I got up to leave making a small groan as I did. The others had the look in their eyes as if they were ready to help should I need it but none of them said anything as I left silently. I quickly made my way to the potion lab to pick up some of the potions I’d made during my boredom. A large batch of which were very potent healing potions guaranteed to heal extensive wounds within a week or two.

As I was busy gathering the vials in my hands Kiseena walked through the door. I glanced back at her then went back to what I was doing. She walked over to me took one look at my bloody bandages then told me she’d help me change them. I stared at her for several moments then nodded and told her alright. She told me she’d meet me back in my room in a few minutes.

I headed back to my room and removed my sleeved jacket. After a minute or two Kiseena walked in with some bandages, two wash cloths, an empty basin and another one full of water. Kiseena quickly went to work removing my bandages unveiling my wounds for both of us to see. As I looked them over I was rather surprised how much they had healed. The arrow wound in my side was no longer see through and the marks on my breasts had closed over slightly.

Kiseena took my right breast in her clawed hand and squeezed it softly. She ran her fingers slightly further up and squeezed again then looked at me and told me my breasts had bled internally a bit again. I let out a heavy sigh knowing what that meant; the blood had to come out. Kiseena put the empty basin beneath and had me lean over.

She positioned her hands around the base of my breasts and begun to squeeze gently. As she worked her way towards my nipples I stifled a groan of pain. Blood slowly began to seep out of several of the wounds across my breasts as well as my nipples and pool in the basin beneath. As she worked her way up to my nipples she squeezed harshly causing a jet of blood to spray out of my nipples.

After several harsh squeezes the last few drops of loose blood dripped out of my breasts. Kiseena directed me to lay back and proceeded to wash my chest gently as well as the wound on my side. When she finished I grabbed one of the vials of healing potions and popped the top. I took a generous swig at the potion then handed the rest to Kiseena.

Kiseena glanced at the potion then looked over my battered breasts and asked if I wanted something to bite on again. I told her not to worry about that and just to finish up. Kiseena leaned over me and poured the potion over my breasts and side which in turn pulled a stifled scream from my mouth. As the vial emptied she grabbed my breasts and begun to massage them gently trying to work the potion into the wounds as much as possible.

As gentle as she was it was still extremely painful especially when drops of the potion connected with unhealed flesh. After almost 10 minutes of rubbing which I personally thought was excessive, Kiseena finally finished massaging my battered breasts. I sat up and she quickly applied a fresh set of bandages to my wounds.

Judging by how much they had healed I guessed the holes on my breasts would be healed within another day or two, the internal damage however was another thing. I guessed the internal damage would take about a week to heal if not longer. As for the hole in my side I guessed anywhere between a week or two for it to heal over, hopefully without a nasty scar.

When Kiseena finally finished helping, or was it torturing me? I laid back on the bed and asked her to tell me what she came to talk to me about. Kiseena seemed confused at first but then quickly remembered the whole reason she had come to the sanctuary yesterday. She begun to explain to me she’d picked up a lead about some slavers and was in the process of running it down.

She told me she’d have everything we needed within a day or two. She then looked me over and told me it didn’t really matter anymore until I was fully healed. I shrugged it off and told her a few scratches wasn’t going to stop me from jamming a dagger in the back of peoples spines.

After several minutes I heard a knock on the door. When I sat up I saw Ocheeva and Lucien standing at my doorway. Seeing they wanted a word with me Kiseena quickly excused herself and left. Ocheeva sat down on the bed near me and asked how I was feeling. I shrugged and told her I guess I was doing fine.

Lucien spoke up and asked me to tell them what happened. With a sigh I begun to explain how it had all been a setup. The two of them listened to me intently until I finally finished my tale with me making it back to the sanctuary. Lucien seemed very annoyed and disturbed by my story and told me he’d hold a meeting with the other speakers to talk about the issue and the possibility of retribution.

I explained to him I wasn’t interested in retribution since I’d already gotten enough satisfaction from choking that female guard to death. He grinned slyly at me and told me he was very proud with how I had taken the torture they put me through. According to him and I didn’t need to be told by him to know it but the torture I had endured wasn’t legal nor would any other guards in the garrison would have known I had been tortured in such a way.

He went on to tell me he was promoting me to an Assassin. Basically it meant I was now considered a very skilled killer within the dark brotherhood. He also told me if I ever needed some help or a favor he would personally help me. Before he left he reached under his robe and tossed me a sack of coins. He told me the job had been a trap but under the circumstances I deserved some compensation.

Ocheeva told me to just ask if I needed anything and with that she left. I watched as they disappeared then tipped over the bag finding a total of 4,000 septims inside. I honestly hadn’t expected anything out of the job that had been a trap but such a hefty amount of money helped ease my mental and physical pain.

For the rest of the day I decided to take things easy and spent most of my time reading in my room. Before I laid down to sleep Kiseena helped change my bandages again and apply another healing potion.

With myself being injured I decided it’d be wise to take a while to recover before I go sneaking around stabbing people again. During my recuperation I’ve spent most of my time relaxing on my bed reading, a small portion I’ve also spent in the alchemy lab whipping up potions and poisons.

Kiseena and myself have become rather close and, if I dare use the word, friends. Obviously I’m still skeptical how trustworthy she is. I mean I honestly wouldn’t be too surprised if she suddenly traded me in for a heavy sack of septims but she has the honest and reliable feel to her, kind of odd for an assassin.

She’s been most helpful in treating my wounds. She’s helped me change my bandages twice a day and just the other day ago she helped me wash myself in the bath. Honestly I’m having a bit of a hard time working her out. I understand her helping me but it feels like she has almost an interest in me and my breasts.

Every time she’s helped me change my bandages she’s then applied a healing potion which is normal. But the time she takes afterwards to massage the potion in one could call odd. On the beginning when my breasts were bad 15 minutes or so seemed excessive yet reasonable.

As they healed the excessive time stayed where it should have slowly reduced. Oddly though Kiseena doesn’t seem to be doing it intentionally, I’m beginning to wonder if she has a bit of a thing for me without realizing it.

Anyway my breasts are fully healed now if not a little tender still. As for the wound on my side it’s still there partially, it’s mostly healed but it’s still a bit of a mark. The wounds on my breasts thankfully never left any scars although the arrow wound is leaving me skeptical.

Kiseena has also kept me updated on the possible slaver den. It’s taken her longer than she expected to gather information but she finally has a location on it. The den itself is located south east of the imperial city along the coast of the Upper Niben and since I’m feeling rather fit now I’ll be heading out there tomorrow.

She didn’t have any real information on the place except that it’s an old abandoned Ayleid ruin called Culotte and that I should be very careful of traps. As for the number of slaves or slavers it’s completely unknown. She’s still trying to trace where the slaves have been getting shipped and sold off to but she hasn’t had any luck with it.

She’s hoping I’ll find a journal or shipping manifest or some other crap that helps during my raid of the place. From what I gather she plans to contact the city guard of the areas slaves have been shipped to and give them the full details so they can be freed and hopefully shipped back to their homes. Personally I don’t think it’ll work out as nice as she hopes but I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

In respects to the trap mission I was sent on Lucien got back to me on the decision the speakers made. It was decided it was in the best interest not to get retribution on the imperial legion. I never really had any interest in it so the verdict doesn’t bother me. Personally I think it’s a smart move on the dark brotherhood’s part. The last thing you want to do is give the imperial legion a good reason to hunt the dark brotherhood down.

When I woke up this morning I had a quick breakfast then geared up and left the sanctuary. I quickly headed over to the mages guild and had myself teleported to the imperial city. From there I went to the waterfront and borrowed a small boat while no one was looking. After rowing for a while I started looking at the scenery around me which truly was beautiful.

I could see the forests stretching out for miles all around with the mountains far in the distance. Along the shoreline several deer were grazing and mud crabs were crawling about on the sandy beach. Around me the water rippled with the gentle wind and the sun gleamed on the sparkling surface. Looking down at the water I could make out dozens of fish below as well as the sandy banks beneath.

After several hours of rowing I slowly came towards a set of battered stone ruins strewn about the water near the shore. There was even a half submerged statue of a man holding a cross out in his hands. I rowed over to the shore, pulled the front of the boat onto the beach and I slowly begun walking around the shore between the ruins.

The bricks were all brilliant white stone but they were all battered, dirty and covered in thick green moss. As I came toward the center of the ruins I came to a massive altar like structure. It was a round platform with a greenish hue of mist wavering about in the center.

I looked to the side gazing upwards at the large structure that towered over me. It looked like a giant raised platform with a giant statue of a man in armor with a massive black bird on his back. On the base of it was a small incut with a door leading inside the ruins.

After glancing around for several more moments I walked over to the door and gently pushed it open and slipped inside. Inside the ruins were pitch black. I quickly motioned my hand casting a high level night eye spell on myself causing the ruins to illuminate themselves. As my eyes focused I quickly realized I was standing atop a staircase leading downward. As I descended the stairs I came into a half circle shaped room with the path leading around a pillar in the center in a U shape.

The ruins themselves were rather magnificent even more so than the outside. The stone was cracked, dirty with holes about the place but it had a lovely shine to it. Just one look at the stone was enough to tell me that the ruins themselves had to be more than several hundred years old yet they were still so solid.

As I continued around the U bend I followed the steps down and came to a small crossroad room. The left and right although had an indention for a doorway were completely solid with no path to follow. In the center of the room a jet of light filtered downwards on a pile of rubble that had obviously fallen from the ceiling. I was about to continue along when something suddenly caught my eye.

On the left side sitting and leaning against the wall was a male imperial in a set of worn down leather armor. I watched silently from the shadows for several moments, quickly taking note of the slow rising and falling of his chest. A smile crept across my face as I realized he was sleeping. I drew my dagger and carefully walked toward him. As I crept closer I suddenly stopped mid step as I felt a feathery weight against my foot.

I backed away slightly and knelt down to inspect the area. Sure enough hidden along the ground was a very very fine thread that was near invisible in the lighting even with my night eye spell. I traced the thread along carefully and found a small blade against the wall specially setup to stab anyone who tripped the wire. As I looked over the blade carefully I noticed a odd tinge to the blade, it was hardly noticeable but the blade was clearly poisoned most likely with something very potent too.

I slashed the thread with my dagger rendering the trap useless than crept over to the sleeping man. With a quick flick of my wrist I slashed his throat. His eyes flew open and he clutched his neck but that was about all he could do before he died. I knelt down and checked him over quickly pocketing a bag full of Septims from him.

Satisfied I continued on my way passing through the doorway to a stone bridge that crossed over a double set of hallways below. I paused at the doorway and carefully looked out. From where I was standing on the right side I could see a doorway sealed by heavy metal grating that led down to the lower levels. On my other side up in a corner that was sealed off with heavy steel bars I could make out a dozen or so Argonian’s and Khajiit’s lying about the floor.

Kiseena was right about the slaves but my attention quickly shifted as I heard footsteps walking past below. Peering down I watched as a short little bosmer man in heavy steel armor walked by. I considered firing an arrow right into his face but quickly decided against it since I had no idea if there were more guards in the area.

I waited until his head was turned then quickly snuck along the stone bridge. I followed the hall briefly into a T junction room with a heavily cracked floor that was illuminated by a small group of white crystals embedded in the ceiling. Down the stairs ahead I could hear loud laughter and talking.

I crept down the stairs partially and peered through the doorway. Inside a large metal cage hung above with white crystals illuminating the area. Below were two men, an orc and a redguard both with their back to me. Across them from were two women a dark elf and a redguard. The four of them sat around a table eating and drinking while laughing themselves silly. Around them were several bedrolls on the ground with crates and barrels piled about, most likely filled with food.

As I looked over the room it became apparent it was actually an old crypt I could even see the grooves in the walls for graves. I watched the four slavers for several moments before putting away my dagger and preparing my bow. I waited patiently and as one of the males leaned to the side to grab something I let my arrow go. It flew past and skewered the female redguard through the neck.

Her hand reflexively went to the wound as she begun coughing and sputtering. The other three watched her for several moments in shock. Not wasting time I shot another arrow quickly killing the female dark elf. The men both stood but by the time they turned I’d already shot the male redguard in the side of the face. The male orc got a glimpse of my eyes in the darkness before an arrow hit his forehead knocking him back against the table.

As blood pooled over the food and floor I quickly went to each of the bodies retrieving my arrows and checking them over for some valuables. I found nothing of any real interest save a couple Septims and some rings from the females. I backtracked to the earlier room and took the other path.

As I came to the doorway I saw the Bosmer still busy walking about patrolling. A torch was burning on the side of the wall illuminating the area slightly. I glanced around the area quickly then took my bow and fired an arrow at him as he walked away from me. The arrow sliced through the back of his neck and he collapsed to the ground almost immediately.

As I deftly ran over and retrieved my arrow I could hear whispers and the sounds of hands clutching metal. I turned to the side looking at the caged area full of Argonian’s and Khajiit’s. What I saw though almost made me drop my arrow. Every single one of them was female and was pregnant.

Not just slightly pregnant either they all looked to be within their last month. Their bulging bellies were absolutely massive and the skin was so incredibly taut. Their breasts were quite a sight as well they looked like massive rock hard spheres far larger than any breasts I’d ever seen before and I could even see white droplets of milk leaking from one of the Khajiit’s.

I stared silently at them for several moments and they stared back at me the same before calling me over. I slowly stood up and walked over to the bars. A female Khajiit confronted me with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. My sight however was firmly fixed on her massive breasts and gigantic belly.

Seeing my gaze she begun to explain things to me. Apparently they had been captured, not for sale but for breeding. The group of slavers I was dealing with was very unique. Rather than selling full grown adults as slaves they bred the Argonian’s and Khajiit’s and sold off their babies as slaves.

Since they were only babies almost no one took a second glance or stopped to think what was actually happening. Later those babies would grow up and serve their masters or mistresses as they saw fit.

From what the Khajiit told me whenever they gave birth only days after they were reimpregnated all over again. Some had been trapped and bred for as long as five years. The Khajiit woman begged me to release them but I told her I wasn’t going to release them until I’d cleared out all of the slavers and secured the area.

With a tear in her eye she nodded at me and I turned to leave. As I headed for the sealed door I saw earlier I suddenly stopped and turned to the other caged area. I stood there for several moments in complete and utter disbelief at what I saw.

Between all the other Argonian’s and Khajiit’s were two heavily pregnant Argonians lying against the wall but they were completely limbless. Where their arms and legs should have been they had bloody stumps covered in bandages.

I walked closer and asked what happened to them. One of the Argonian’s looked at them sympathetically and explained they tried to escape one too many times. Instead of killing them they hacked off their limbs and kept them to breed. She went on to say they threatened to do the same to anyone else who tried to escape.

Needless to say none of them tried to escape again and honestly speaking I can’t blame them. I’d probably have a hard time debating whether or not to try escaping if failing meant the loss of my limbs even if I was being kept as a breeding slave.

I shook my head clear and told the Argonian I’d be back soon. With that I dashed off to the metal door leading further in the ruins that I had seen earlier. I paused in front of it looking at it carefully trying to find a lock but for some reason it didn’t have one. After several moments I noticed a small stone on the left hand side standing out. I gently pushed on the stone and the metal door slid upwards opening the passage.

I quickly prepared my bow and hurried through the hall. After a short walk I came to a massive open room with a large stone platform leading across. On either side below was heavy mist with rows and rows of stone caskets. On the earlier section around where I was standing on the right hand side the caskets had been removed and replaced with heavy steel cages to hold more slaves.

As I was busy looking around I heard footsteps in the distance. I glanced ahead and saw a male dark elf walking across the platform with a torch in his hand. I glanced behind him and around the room carefully making sure no one else was around. Satisfied I couldn’t see anyone I prepared my bow and fired a shot. The arrow flew out passing through the flame of the torch before embedding itself through the dark elf’s neck.

I quickly crept over to him and checked him over quickly for valuables before continuing on. I hurried along the platform, descended a flight of stairs and followed a U shaped hall into the left side of the large room on the lower level. I rushed past the stone caskets and came to a stop at a stone door on the far end.

As I gently pushed the door open slightly I could hear the sound of voices and moaning. I carefully slipped inside being careful not to be noticed and remained near the doorway where shadows blanketed the area. Overhead a large stone cage full of white crystals illuminated the room. On the ground inside was some chairs, a desk, bookshelf and bed.

I didn’t spend too much time looking over the room as my eyes became firmly fixed on the action happening the bed. For starters a female Khajiit was lying down moaning and mauling her breasts. Between her legs a female Argonian was busy sucking on her hungrily with her mouth. Behind the female Argonian was a male dark elf. He had his hands on either side of her waist and was busy thrusting his cock into her.

I was about to run forward and kill the dark elf when suddenly my eyes widened in shock. As the dark elf male pulled away I could see his dick was firmly embedded in the Argonian’s ass. That wasn’t the shocking thing however, what was shocking is I couldn’t see her pussy. Rather than a tight scaly slit I saw a small round bulge that moved and squished into an odd shape as the dark elf’s balls pressed against it.

After several moments of staring blankly a hand flew to my mouth as I realized what I was seeing. The Argonian was a shemale, I’d heard the term before but never in my life had I seen one nor had I ever expected to. Rather than having a pussy she had a dick. My eyes flew over to the Khajiit and widened further. The Argonian’s mouth wasn’t feasting on a dripping wet slit, no she had a large red cock buried in her throat with a pair of furry balls pressing against her chin.

I was absolutely stunned both of them looked exactly like women so beautiful and feminine with large heavy breasts on their chests yet at the same time they had a dick between their legs instead of a pussy. I didn’t know what to think or what to do. In the end I just stood there frozen in shock watching the bizarre sexual display in front of me.

Suddenly the dark elf groaned and shuddered. After several moments he pulled his cock out of the Argonian and a thick trail of cum quickly ran out from the crack of her ass down to her scaly sack. He patted her on the ass gently and said lie down Neesha, Ajira should be more than ready for you.

I watched as the dark elf took a nearby seat and sat back to watch while he lazily stroked his cock. Meanwhile Ajira got up and Neesha lied down on the bed. I stood there silently as I watched Ajira sit down on Neesha’s abdomen. Ajira stroked her cock a few times then pushed it down until it was flat against Neesha’s belly. She reached out and gripped Neesha’s scaly sheath then gently spread it apart with the tip of her claws.

My mouth opened in stunned silence as I watched. Ajira slid forward, one hand holding open the Argonian’s sheath the other holding her hard erection. The head of her cock slipped into Neesha’s sheath and slowly slid inside. I glanced up at Neesha who groaned and threw her head back in pleasure then begun to massage her breasts with her clawed hands.

Ajira repositioned her hands on Neesha’s thighs, she gripped her ass tightly as she slid forward. I watched as the Argonian’s impossibly tiny sheath stretched and bulged out around Ajira’s cock. As Ajira bottomed out she held there a moment then reached a hand down to Neesha’s sheath and begun stroking it up and down lightly.

I watched as her fingers traced lightly up and down Neesha’s scaly sheath several times before sliding down further. Her fingers came to rest on Neesha’s scaly sack and curled around it. Neesha let out a gasp as Ajira squeezed her balls tightly then moaned as Ajira begun to roll them around and squeeze them softly.

I watched as the scaly skin stretched and molded in various shapes trying to contain the small round orbs inside. After only a few short moments Ajira let go of her balls and put her hands back on Neesha’s ass. Ajira slowly slid backward and I watched as Neesha’s sheath stretched toward her cock tugging tightly at it not wanting to let it go.

As quick as it left Ajira’s cock sank back in causing the skin to bulge once more where her cock was held tightly. Ajira made several slow thrusts and as she begun to pick up the pace my hand found itself to my panties. My pussy was already sopping wet at the bizarre yet erotic display in front of me and I could do nothing else but slowly begin to finger myself with twisted emotions.

As I watched loud squelching sounds started to echo in the room as Ajira’s thrusts became lubricated by their combined precum. As Ajira’s cock withdraw I stared at it intently quickly noticing a thin white gooey coating covering the entire length. As she thrust forward her heavy furry sack pressed against Neesha’s entrance tightly molding it into an odd shape.

Neesha moaned loudly and begun clawing at her breasts more furiously tugging at her nipples harshly and stabbing them with her nails. Somehow she was enjoying having her sheath stretched and used like a woman’s pussy. I could only imagine what kind of odd sensations such actions would give.

I watched carefully as Neesha’s scaly breasts jiggled about her chest changing shape with her fingers. Suddenly I noticed a droplet of white on the tip of one of her nipples. I stood frozen with my fingers buried in my dripping slit as my eyes tried to focus for a better view.

As her fingers squeezed again a tiny droplet of white fluid dripped out of her nipples. I gulped down quickly realizing it was milk. My gaze turned to Ajira’s breasts which jiggled and danced with her thrusts. The way they looked and moved I could easily guess they were also engorged with milk. It quickly dawned on me that both of them probably breastfed the newborn slaves after they were born until they were shipped off for sale.

My thinking was cut off as Neesha moaned out and smacked her head against the pillow. Her body tensed up and I watched as her small scaly sack begun to quiver and pulse as she came. Ajira reached down and grabbed Neesha’s balls crushing them almost painfully in her hand. She sank her cock as deep as it would go into Neesha’s tiny sheath then moaned and shook as she came.

The two of them laid still for several moments before Ajira carefully slid her softening cock out and sat to the side on the bed. As Neesha sat up a strand of thick white cum spilled out of her sheath and ran down its length to her balls. Seeing the sight I bit my lip to stop from screaming as I came in a massive orgasm.

My pussy tightened so much it almost felt like my fingers were being crushed and my legs shook as they tried to hold my weight. I removed my drenched fingers from myself with a gasp, I was so sensitive afterward that the slightest touch was almost painful. As I wiped my fingers clean on my pants I looked up at the three of them and begun to worry as they lost fascination with one another.

Realizing I couldn’t risk being found I quickly clutched my dagger and rushed ahead slashing the man’s throat as he stood at the table cleaning off his dripping cock off with a clothe. As he fell to the ground the two shemales screamed in horror. Neesha rushed over to the man and begun to cry as she took him in her arms. Ajira stared horrified for several moments before rushing toward me screaming with killer intent in her eyes.

I took a step back in surprise I had expected the pair of them to be pleased but they must have been so abused and brainwashed that they’d actually come to love their captor. Quickly regaining my composure I smacked Ajira in the face with the handle of my dagger. She collapsed to the side unconscious and Neesha looked over at her with teary eyes.

Not wanting to give her a chance to attack me as well I smacked her across the back of the head with the handle of my dagger and she collapsed. I breathed a sigh of relief and looked around the room briefly before turning my attention to a desk. I walked over to it and leafed through scrolls and books looking for anything of interest. Eventually I came to a set of journals each one dated as a year.

I leafed through the journals briefly finding a few bits of interesting information. I read a small section that talked about them abducting heavily pregnant Argonians and Khajiits. Apparently they did a little research to find out if the baby they were carrying was pure bred then if it was they’d abduct them. When the baby was born they’d ship it off to be sold and keep the mother as a breeder.

I also found a section on the two shemales. As I suspected they WERE originally males but after magic, potions and a lot of abuse from the slavers they quickly became submissive pets who loved their master and were left with very feminine bodies.

From the section I read they were abducted and kept to impregnate any Argonians or Khajiits they grabbed since they wanted pure breds. That was the only time they got to shove their dicks into a pussy. Every other time they’d be taking it in the ass, sheath or mouth or fucking each other. Also as I suspected earlier it was their duty to take care of the newborns and breastfeed them until they were shipped off to be sold.

I closed the journals and tucked them under my shirt for safe keeping. I figured Kiseena would want to read through them for information and clues about future slave camp targets. However I was pretty sure the only thing the journals were good for would be scaring her half to death.

I quickly headed back through the ruins and came to a stop in front of the caged slave areas. The slaves quickly gathered around and looked relieved that I had actually returned, alive. I told them I’d taken care of the rest of the slavers and that I’d free them.

I took out my lock picks and with a quick flick of my wrist I unlocked both of the caged areas. The Argonians and Khajiits quickly left their cages, gathered around me and begun to thank me for saving them. Through their smiling faces and praise my gaze fell upon the two limbless Argonians slumped against the wall. The other slaves quickly fell silent and looked at the two of them and begun to discuss amongst themselves what to do.

I silently walked over to them, kneeled down in front of the pair and looked them over slowly. I asked them sternly with a serious expression if they wanted to live. One of the poor Argonian’s had tears in her eyes, she shook her head and asked me to kill her. The other Argonian was sad and heartbroken but she told me she couldn’t let herself die until she gave birth and knew her babies were safe.

I drew my dagger and hugged the teary eyed Argonian close to me. I held her scaly head still then thrust my dagger in the back of her neck. Her body jerked slightly and she let out a small gasp but then the life drained from her and she went limp as she died. I ripped my blood dagger out of her and wiped it clean before putting it away and walking off.

I paused only momentarily to tell the group of former slaves that they could find the imperial city to the north west or Bravil to the south west. With that I silently left the ruins and emerged outside with the sun soon preparing to set overhead. I went to the small boat, pushed it out onto the water and begun to slowly row back to the imperial city.

As I rowed I slowly thought over the events of the day. Although disgusting and nightmarish to some to me it seemed like a typical day. A typical day I’d rather not spend too much time reminiscing.

It was getting late at night by the time I finally made it back to the warmth and the safety of the sanctuary. I half expected Kiseena to welcome me when I made it back but she was nowhere to be found. Shortly after my arrival I found Ocheeva and Lucien talking amongst each other. Noticing me they motioned me over to join them.

They informed me the Leyawiin sanctuary had been annihilated by the town guard. The entire thing was burnt to the ground and 8 of the 11 members were confirmed to be dead. Ocheeva told me Kiseena was one of the three that had yet to be confirmed dead but they were fairly certain she had been killed since she hadn’t been on a mission at the time.

Needless to say I was shocked and it took me a moment to process the information. Oddly though as much as I had come to like Kiseena I felt nothing, not even shred of sorrow. It was just, she was gone and it was like oh well shit happens, let’s move on. It wasn’t until I was back in my room after dinner that I felt a little guilty about my emotionless reaction but despite that I honestly didn’t know how I should feel.

I collapsed back on my bed and stared lazily at the ceiling toying with thoughts of Kiseena. Despite being told she’s most likely dead I had a little trouble believing it. It just seemed, odd and maybe even a little bit unlikely. With those thoughts stuck in my mind I drifted off to sleep.

In the morning when I woke up I was well rested. Despite what I’d been told about Kiseena it hadn’t affected my sleep the least nor did I feel any different after waking up and thinking about her. I quickly changed into my casual clothes and headed to the kitchen to grab myself some breakfast.

When I got there I stood frozen in shock in the doorway. Standing at the stove happily preparing breakfast was none other than Kiseena. I actually blinked and even rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn’t dreaming or seeing things but there she was. As I walked over to her she looked completely unharmed.

Hearing me she turned to me and smiled. For some reason I grabbed her and hugged her. I’m still not sure why I guess some part of me really was worried if she was alive or not and I was glad to see she was safe. After several moments she hugged me back gently and told me she was sorry she worried me.

After a surprisingly quick breakfast the two of us retreated back to my room so we could talk in private. We sat down across from each other on my bed and Kiseena started off by telling me what happened. Apparently she was out buying supplies for the sanctuary and as blind luck would have it she came back only after the place was burning to ashes.

She told me after such a close call she was quitting assassin work. She went on to explain that she just recently found out she was pregnant and didn’t know where the father was. She explained it as a fling in a bar, a quick one night stand with a Khajiit merchant from Solstheim, he left the very next day on a ship.

Her pregnancy explained a lot to me why she had me running about freeing the slaves rather than doing it herself. She told me she’d already informed Lucien and Ocheeva and they had little problems with her decision neither one seemed surprised either.

Kiseena wanted to stay in the loop of everything though so rather than quit the dark brotherhood entirely she’d more or less taken a backseat and become an information gatherer. Although still slightly risky in itself it had nothing even close to the danger of being a full fledged assassin.

After listening to Kiseena’s story I told her I was glad she was safe then I handed her the journals I’d found yesterday and begun to explain my own story. By the end I could swear she was shaking slightly in fear.

She sincerely thanked me for my help and told me she’d give me my payment soon. She also said she’d start running down leads on other slaver hideouts. With everything settled Kiseena suddenly asked me what my plans were for the day. I stared at her dumbfounded and gave it some quick thought before shaking my head and telling her I had no idea.

Before I knew it I was dragged out of the sanctuary and led through the streets by Kiseena. For the rest of the day she dragged me between the various shops. Now to be honest aside from buying the odd shirt or two, picking up alchemical ingredients or food I’ve never been shopping. At least never in the way Kiseena has.

Kiseena dragged me into clothes stores and had me try on various things. She even made me try on some dresses and the last time I actually wore a dress was when I was about six years old. To be honest I thought I looked pretty ridicules in them but with a bit of a touch up of my hair both Kiseena and the shop owner thought I looked quite beautiful.

In it all Kiseena made me buy two dresses, some shoes, some more elegant casual clothing which despite her protests were pants and shirts and some decent underwear a few of which were the fancy lingerie kind. I didn’t think I’d be showing them off to anyone but Kiseena insisted I have at least a pair or two for special occasions, or in other words when I wanted to get fucked by someone.

As we exited what must have been the 12th store we suddenly bumped right into Livia. She smiled and greeted me so I did the same and quickly introduced Kiseena. When she asked me how I was doing I turned a little pale as memories of the past week came flashing to my mind. I waved it off with a hand and gave a weak smile before telling her I’d been keeping very busy.

When I asked how she was doing she told me Ejema was fantastic now and she got a letter from her sister just the other day saying how well Nakuma was doing. Before I even had the chance to ask more about it she pulled out a pile of papers and handed them to me. As I opened them up she told me she’d wanted to show it to me but she realized she didn’t know how to contact me.

I smiled at her and told her that it was probably safer for the both of us that way. Livia smiled slyly at me and ended up making me promise to stop by on occasion since she thought we got along rather well. As my eyes poured over the letter quickly I felt Kiseena’s staring over my shoulder. She must have caught too good a glimpse because her eyes turned massive and she glared at the pair of us coldly with killer intent.

My guess is she saw the words “sweet argonian slave” near the top of the letter. After several minutes of fighting the pair of us managed to explain things to Kiseena and although she seemed heartbroken and shocked she accepted the truth of it, that Nakuma wanted to be a slave.

I decided to clear the air up completely by telling Kiseena about Ejema. She seemed furious at first but she calmed down and almost seemed somewhat satisfied when we explained about her cheating nature. I guess she saw it as some people get what they deserve or maybe she just didn’t want to press the issue any further since I was helping her in her quest for freeing slaves.

Either way after talking a while to Livia we parted ways and I pocketed the letter deciding to read it later in privacy. Kiseena and I went to the small block of land in the middle of the small river and sat down on the grass to relax. I laid back staring up at the blue sky as the fluffy white clouds drifted overhead. After a small break we went to the local bakery and picked up some delicious venison meat pies for lunch that just melted in your mouth.

After a quick lunch Kiseena continued dragging me around town. We took in what little sights the town had to offer, talked and relaxed a bit. All of it was something I definitely wasn’t used to and I think Kiseena had sensed it which was actually the reason she dragged me out into town to begin with.

After a horribly exhausting day we made it back to the sanctuary as it begun to turn to night. After a quick dinner with everyone I retreated back to my room to rest. On the door I found another article talking about me it had to do all about the pregnant slaves I had freed. I looked over it briefly before throwing it in my desk drawer and relaxing on my bed. Kiseena came in only briefly a while later to hand me a sack full of 4,000 Septims for a job well done freeing the pregnant slaves the day before.

With finally some peace and quiet I relaxed back on my bed and begun to read the letter Livia gave me from her sister who turned out to be a woman named Elyesa. After reading it for some reason I decided I wanted to keep a copy of it, probably because my pussy was dripping wet on the end of it. Anyway as a result I jotted it down in my journal below.

Dear Livia

First let me tell you that Nakuma has arrived safe and sound and I still can’t believe you sent me such a sweet Argonian slave.

Nakuma seemed quite shy at first and she seemed more than a little afraid. I can’t say I blame her though. She traveled a long distance to become a slave to a total stranger. I decided that I wanted to treat her carefully and look after her just as you suggested. For starters I decided proper meals would be in order, meals much like I eat. It’s a bit more expensive but I think it’ll be worth it in the long run.

Secondly I had her sleep in my bed. It was a little odd at first to cuddle a scaly beast but her rough scales gave such an exquisite sensation that I found myself purposely rubbing up against her from time to time during the night.

In the morning I showed Nakuma the kind of foods I liked and made sure she knew how to cook some decent dishes. After a quick breakfast I took her out to meet the guars. I instructed her carefully on how to feed, wash and care for them properly and made sure she knew she’d be doing a good deal of it from now on.

Afterward I decided to put her to the test. I had her lie down on her back on a table in the guar stables with her legs spread widely. She laid there silently watching me intently with curious eyes as I stood over her and inspected her scaly slit closely. After taking a proper look at her I slipped a pair of my fingers in my mouth and sucked on them slowly to moisten them.

When they were wet enough with my saliva I traced them along her scaly opening before sinking them inside. I’d almost forgotten what an Argonian’s pussy was like. Nakuma was boiling hot inside with a soft velvety tunnel. Not only that but she was already growing wet with anticipation of what was to happen.

Not to keep her waiting I slowly began stroking my fingers in and out of her. Nakuma laid her head back and let out a soft moan making me smile slyly. The horny little lizard had no idea what she was in for if she had I doubt she would have been so carefree about it.

As I stroked my fingers in and out of her they quickly became soaked in her juices. Loud squelching noises begun echoing in the stables and I could feel my own pussy beginning to moisten with desire. I decided to tend to myself later and instead focused at the task at hand.

When I was finally able to slide my two fingers in and out of her with quick effortless thrusts I paused for a second to add a third. Nakuma opened her mouth and sighed happily. I leaned down to her and with my other hand I spread her slit open finding the tiny nub of her clit poking out. While my fingers were pussy plowing her I pressed my lips against the little nub and sucked it into my mouth.

I rolled it around with my tongue tasting the silky fleshes texture. Nakuma’s breathing quickly picked up and as I gnawed on her fleshy little clit I could tell she was quickly approaching her orgasm. While watching her carefully I released her clit from my mouth and gently began batting it with my tongue.

After only several moments I saw her body tense up and she groaned out loudly as she began to cum. Seizing my chance I slipped my fourth finger and my thumb inside. Just as I felt her internal muscles loosen I brutally punched her sinking my entire hand deep into her pussy. Nakuma squealed out and her back lifted off the table into the air.

She held in that position shaking uncontrollably for several moments painting my hand in her hot thick juices before collapsing back against the table. Breathless she laid there panting for air as I held my hand inside her. I gave her several moments to recover before I slowly withdrew my hand to the knuckles before slamming in back in as deep as I could.

Nakuma gasped in surprise, when she finally managed to muster enough energy she sat up and peered down at what I was doing. Her eyes bulged out in surprise at the sight of my hand up to my wrist buried inside her. I smiled devilishly at her for a moment before slowly beginning to move my hand about.

I slowly began thrusting my hand inside her twisting it around as I did. With each stab I slowly drove my hand deeper until I felt my fingers pressing against her cervix. I drove my hand into her several more times twisting it around to stretch her out until I was satisfied. By the time I withdrew my hand Nakuma was panting heavily and as I pulled my hand out a rush of her juices spilled out of her gaping hole onto the table.

I let her rest for a moment before swatting her ass and telling her to get up. I led her over to the corner of the stable where a diagonal beam ran down to the floor. I had her lean against it tightly so her body was pressed against it then grabbed a nearby rope and tied her hands around the beam. Nakuma watched me seeming confused and I couldn’t help but smile wickedly.

After securing her tightly to ensure she wouldn’t go anywhere I went over to the corral of one of the more mature guar’s with a medium sized cock. I opened the fence and led the beast over to Nakuma. Still she stared at me confused and after a moment the guar picked up her scent. It leaned its head down and opened its mouth lapping its tongue across her slit.

Nakuma jumped in fright as she felt its wet tongue whip across her scaly slit and she turned to stare at me in shock as she finally understood what was about to happen. I patted her back and ordered the guar up. It didn’t need any more encouragement than that as it’s cock was already hard and erect standing at a good twelve inches long, as thick as my wrist if not a bit larger.

The guar grabbed Nakuma tightly with its tiny forearms and thrust forward. Its cock found its mark on the first thrust sinking deep into her dripping wet slit. Nakuma squealed out in fright and shock and she held tightly onto the beam as it begun to pound her with animalistic lust.

The guar’s cock quickly sunk deeper as it thrusted filling her right to the limit and pressing up against her cervix. I quickly moved around the couple and kneeled down to gaze between their legs. Nakuma’s scaly labia was stretched widely around the massive shaft and with every thrust it clung to it tightly holding it with incredible strength.

I sat there watching for several moments watching as the guar’s cock quickly begun to glisten with Nakuma’s slick juices. I gulped down heavily and sunk a hand into my panties to begin fingering myself to the sight of their coupling. Every thrust caused a gasp to escape Nakuma’s muzzle and before long I watched with lust as she begun thrusting her hips back to meet the beasts.

Her eyes were clouded with lust; sweat begun dripping from her forehead and her tail swished about erratically. Nakuma quickly became lost in the pleasure and as it continued on for several minutes I noticed her body suddenly tense up as she came. The guar paused in its thrusting or at least it looked that way, Nakuma’s pussy was squeezing its cock so tightly that the guar could barely move.

As Nakuma’s body shuddered in orgasm the guar started to cry out. It thrust its body against hers burying itself in her to the hilt. I watched as its shaft begun to pulse rhythmically as it filled her with its seed. With that vision in my mind I came with a massive orgasm on my fingers. When the guar pulled away almost a minute later its cock came out with a loud squelching sound.

I forced myself to my feet, quickly grabbing a nearby bucket and placed it between Nakuma’s legs catching most of its semen as it flowed out. Her scaly slit gaped open gushing the white fluid like a fountain for a good while before the flow finally tapered off to a small drip. Below the bucket was almost completely full with the stuff.

I grabbed Nakuma’s tight scaly butt and buried my tongue inside her slit. I rolled it around scooping up the remnants of her juices and cleaning her out. When I’d had my fill I got up and untied her then handed her the bucket full of cum. She stared at it silently in wonder and with a sly smile I told her that it’d be her lunch.

She nodded silently and submissively not daring to fight my decision. I watched as she put the bucket to her lips and drank down a good deal of the thick white liquid before pulling away with a gasp.

I led her over to a area where we sat down and begun to explain in detail about the guar’s mating and how she’d be taking care of them male AND female whenever they needed it. Nakuma silently nodded at my words not bothering to fight any of it as she meekly accepted what I laid out for her.

Compared to our morning the rest of the day was rather uneventful. Nakuma finished off her lunch as it were and I let her rest so her pussy could recover for tomorrow which will entail a long gangbang by the horniest guars. At night after a quick dinner we laid down to rest with my head pressed against Nakuma’s scaly chest.

Anyway once again I’d like to thank you for sending Nakuma to me. She’s a lovable thing and I’ll take excellent care of her. I hope you find the time to visit me sometime soon I know the guars would be happy to see you again too.

I love you Livia and I’ll write you again soon.

Your sister Elyesa

This morning when I woke up I had a quick breakfast with everyone. Afterward Lucien had myself, Ocheeva and Teinaava join him in a room so we could all talk in private. Apparently the speakers had made a decision regarding the attack on the Leyawiin sanctuary.

Lucien explained that the three of us would create a cache of food poisoned with slow moving poison that’d take at least a day to kill someone. Afterward we’d sneak into the Leyawiin guard barracks and replace every piece of food with some from our poisoned cache.

The end result would be the entire garrison of Leyawiin would drop dead. It seemed that it was an eye for an eye. You take out our group we’ll take out yours. Too bad for the guards that the dark brotherhood are much more sinister since they can operate outside the law.

Lucien personally tasked me with creating the poison and creating a batch of chameleon potions for the mission since he felt I was the most skilled with alchemy when it came to stuff like that. Ocheeva and Teinaava would assist me by poisoning large batches of food. Lucien made it clear that we were not to tell anyone about our mission. He wanted it kept as secret as possible at least until it was pulled off.

I headed over to the alchemy lab and begun to prepare everything I needed for creating the poison. Meanwhile Ocheeva and Teinaava headed to the kitchen to grab a large variety of food. It took me a while to arrange everything but once I had all my ingredients laid out I begun to carefully measure them and brew the poison.

Several minutes into making it Ocheeva and Teinaava came in and poured out a massive bag on the floor that was filled with food. They grabbed a pair of chairs, some brushes and a set of very fine needles and laid them out for later use.

It took me almost an hour to make the first batch of poison but once it was done Ocheeva and Teinaava went to work. While I was busy mixing up another batch the two of them started grabbing food and gently begun painting them with brushes laced with poison.

Once the food had been entirely covered and given ample time to soak in and dry they set about using a set of needles to thread small droplets of poison in the food towards the core. The needles they used were specially designed for poisoning food so they left very very tiny holes that were near invisible to the eye, nobody would be the wiser.

After almost five hours we finally finished ending with almost one hundred pounds of poisoned food ranging from venison all the way to apples and watermelons. The three of us took a small break then I went back to work to create some heavy duty chameleon potions that’d last long enough for us to complete our mission.

By nightfall everything was ready for the mission. The three of us geared up and headed over to the mages guild. Ocheeva surprised me when she took us to talk to Duane to get us teleported. I thought the guy’s only skill was mixing potions or poisons but apparently he knew enough about magic to teleport us to Leyawiin and since he was part of the dark brotherhood there’d be no one to even suspect something would go amiss.

I pondered briefly why Lucien had me make the poison and potions rather than Duane but I decided not to put too much thought in it. Together the three of us left the mages guild and went around the side of the building to do a little preparation. We each cast a long duration night eye spell and I shared the chameleon potions I made.

Together we all downed our potions and almost instantly our bodies twisted in with our surroundings leaving nothing but a small distortion where we were standing. With our small preparation completed we jogged over to the north east city gate.

Near the north east gate was the guard barracks, a large stone tower that stood by itself not too far from city walls. It had a door on each side and we stood by one of them until the nearby guards passed. With everything clear I opened the door a crack to look inside, with no guards in sight we quickly slipped inside.

Inside there was a stone staircase leading up towards the guard’s beds and a set of doors. The left door led to a small dining room and the right led to the pantry where all the food was stored in cupboards and barrels. Ocheeva and Teinaava quickly slipped into the pantry to begin to replacing the food. Meanwhile I kept watch, I snuck halfway up the stairs only briefly to check on the guards. All of them were fast asleep and there was even another staircase leading to a third floor where no doubt even more guards slept.

Everything was going smoothly until suddenly one of the doors leading into the room opened and a pair of guards walked in. They talked amongst themselves a bit and the conversation quickly led to a late night snack. One of the guards turned to head into the dining room while the other made his way to the pantry. I drew my dagger quickly and tapped the wall twice just loud enough so that Ocheeva and Teinaava could hear.

The guard heading for the kitchen ignored the sound entirely while the other stopped briefly to ponder it. Not seeing anything, he continued on his way and went into the pantry. I held my dagger ready to kill the pair should things take a turn for the worst. However after a minute or so the guard came out of the pantry holding set of large steaks and a bunch of vegetables. I carefully ducked out of his way as he went for the dining room then crept over to the pantry.

I poked my head inside and Teinaava gave me a thumbs up signally that everything was okay. After only another minute the pair had finished restocking the pantry and we quickly made our way out of the tower before we got caught. When we got back to the sanctuary we let Lucien know that our job was done and he presented each of us with a bag full of 3,000 Septims.

Afterward we went to the kitchen for a light dinner and to restock it with the food we’d exchanged. Feeling rather tired from all the work I did in the alchemy lab I headed to my room and laid down to sleep. My thoughts wandered for a while but kept coming back to the guards. I’d never poisoned so many people at once before nor with such a slow moving poison. I couldn’t help but wonder how things would turn out.

I couldn’t stop thinking about poisoning the guards last night or when I woke up this morning. So after breakfast I decided I wanted to see for myself exactly how things played out. I made my way to the mages guild and had them teleport me to Leyawiin. When I got there I searched around the town for a while until I finally decided on a good spot to watch over things.

There’s a three story house almost directly in front of the chapel. When I went around the back I found a tree tall enough to climb straight to the roof. With minimal effort I was perched on the roof a few minutes later with a nice view overlooking almost half the town.

I must have sat there most of the day just watching people silently as they went about their business. People were talking amongst each other, adventurers were ducking in and out of stores and the guards were casually patrolling the town.

It must have been almost noon when something finally peaked my interest. A guard walking by the road in front of the chapel didn’t look so good. He looked drowsy and was rubbing his stomach with an odd look about his face. He must have continued patrolling for almost half an hour until he suddenly just collapsed without warning.

A nearby Breton woman rushed over to check on him and started calling for help. A nearby guard stumbled over to her looking rather sick himself. He looked down at the dead guard and turned to walk off then suddenly begun losing his balance and collapsed to the ground.

Soon after guards all around the entire city began to collapse. The town’s people started to panic as the city guard started dropping left and right in front of their eyes. Some people were running around screaming all sorts of nonsense while others barricaded themselves in buildings convinced a plague had sprung up on the town.

As the events continued fights started to break out. The guards that were sick tried to seek help from the citizens they protected while those very citizens tried to keep their distance even if it meant resorting to violence to do so. It wasn’t long before they became paranoid and started to keep their distance from each other using force where necessary.

By the time it was nightfall the city of Leyawiin was a mess. The corpses of the entire garrison of guards littered the streets along with at least a dozen other bodies that belonged to ordinary citizens that had bumped into the wrong person during the chaos.

Dozens of houses and shops were barricaded shut and several buildings were on fire. There was also a handful of stores that had become victim to looters as citizens had rushed in smashing the place stealing anything that wasn’t nailed down. At the end of it all I gotta say it was quite a sight. Fear and paranoia drove the people completely insane but I can’t say I’m all that surprised by what happened.

I quickly climbed down to the ground and headed back to the mages guild. I found one of a few people that were hell bent on staying in town to teleport out “the uninfected” and were planning to cleanse the city.

When I got back to the sanctuary I found Ocheeva standing around talking to a young imperial girl. She looked to be about sixteen years old with long blond hair down to her shoulders and sparkly green eyes. She had a pretty good body but she didn’t look all that athletic and her clothes were a brilliant set of a cream colored shirt and pants that looked more than a little expensive.

Ocheeva introduced me to the girl telling me her name was Raesa and she was a new addition to the dark brotherhood. Immediately I felt annoyed by her presence. It’s not that I didn’t like the girl it’s just that I got the feeling she really had no experience what so ever and that she only came here for fun.

As soon as Ocheeva left I forced her against the wall and had her cough up a few answers. As I suspected she really has no skills in anything an assassin actually needs, I’m surprised she even knows which end of a knife to stab someone with.

Not only that she also comes from somewhat of a well to do family although I already knew that from her clothes, it makes me wonder what the hell she’s really doing here. From what I gather she wants some action and she likes the whole cloak and dagger feel of the dark brotherhood.

I told her outright and blunt that if she wasn’t serious about it she should quit right then and there because if she didn’t she’d only endanger herself and others. I also told her I didn’t think she had what it’d take to do the job and although that’s really my thoughts I hope it’ll make her rethink her decision, seems like a waste for a girl like her to do a job like this.

Afterward I headed back to my room to read. Kiseena dropped by for a while to talk and no surprise but she agreed with me that Raesa was anything but an assassin. After a light dinner I decided to head to bed my mind stuck on thoughts about our new recruit, I can’t wait to see how she’ll do on her first mission.

When I woke up this morning I went to the kitchen to grab myself a sandwich. Just as I finished making it Ocheeva approached me and told me that Raesa hadn’t returned. Apparently she’d sent her out on a simple mission last night to get her settled in; I guess it didn’t go too well. Ocheeva asked me if I’d go check it out to see what happened and to find out where Raesa is.

With a heavy sigh I agreed to the job. Ocheeva quickly told me the details about the mission. Apparently Raesa was supposed to kill some female imperial mage in Chorrol that had a house on the western side of town.

A while later I was standing in the streets of the city of Chorrol. The city seemed somewhat similar to Cheydinhal but much less extravagant. The streets were made of worn out grey stone and the buildings were made of aged pale marble held together with worn down wooden beams and old stone bricks.

The scenery wasn’t much although the city had a nice statue along with a couple beautiful trees, overall though it wasn’t all that well kept. The grass was running rampart about the place and the bushes looked like they needed some serious trimming.

Anyway I quickly found the house Ocheeva had told me about. It turned out to be a large two story building and was in rather nice condition looking relatively new compared to the others nearby. I quickly let myself in through the front door with my lock picks and proceeded to search the place with my dagger in hand.

The inside was a whole other story the furniture looked almost brand new made from finely crafted wood. As I searched the downstairs section of the house I found a nice living room with a fireplace as well as the kitchen. I also found a study with the walls lined full of books with research notes scattered about a desk. On a table nearby was a setup with alchemical equipment with a shelf of ingredients in front of it to brew potions.

Finding nothing on the ground floor I headed up the stairway in the hall and begun my search of the upper floor. The first room I looked in was nothing more than a spare bedroom reserved for guests. The next room I checked however had quite the sight.

As I slid the door open I stared silently in shock. There on the ground on all fours was Raesa with a heavy metal collar around her neck with an attached chain that was bolted to the wall. The shocking thing was she was completely naked not only that there was a pair of large grey wolves in the room.

One was happily sitting on the ground panting while the other was straddled over Raesa busy slamming its thick pink cock in her pussy. The floor beneath and the inside of her thighs were drenched in cum and blood. Her young slit was stretched obscenely around the wolf’s large shaft lubricated by the mixture which had combined to make a light pink goo.

From where I was standing I could just barely see Raesa’s face. Her eyes were red and puffy with her face soaked in tears. It was obvious she had gone through a lot of pain but the current state of her face was something else entirely. She was flushed, her teeth were gritted and tears were pouring from the corner of her eyes.

I looked her body up and down quickly realizing she was getting close to an orgasm. Although with her current predicament I was sure she’d be far too humiliated to actually enjoy it or even want it. I was about to step forward to help her when I paused to think.

After pondering the situation for several moments I decided to let the wolves finish fucking her. While she was no doubt mortified, humiliated and downright miserable I decided it would be best to let her learn a lesson. She had gotten lucky in the fact that she wasn’t dead most others would have outright killed her.

I figured at the very least she’d reconsider her choice to join the dark brotherhood and maybe just maybe realize she isn’t cut out for it. Either that or maybe she’d at least be more careful next time. With those thoughts in mind I leaned against the doorway and decided to watch the bizarre sex act in front of me.

As the wolf’s cock withdrew her labia clung to it tightly stretching toward it desperately trying to keep it inside. As quick as it was out it went back in sinking into her up to the wolf’s knot which was only small at the time. A trail of pink liquid squeezed out from their union, it ran down her slit and hung on her clit momentarily before dropping down into the puddle beneath.

I don’t know why but seeing her helplessly kneeling there with a wolf fucking her with animalistic lust was turning me on. I felt my pussy moistening and a hand slowly crept into my pants to start rubbing my clit as I watched.

Suddenly Raesa lifted her head and screamed out loudly with her eyes the size of saucers. I didn’t know what had happened at first but as I stared between her legs I quickly realized. The wolf had managed to sink its knot into her and it was starting to grow. I had no idea how big it’d get but judging from the wolf’s size I’d guess more than enough to hurt like hell if you’re not used to it.

The wolf atop Raesa was panting heavily slamming its hips at her as fast as it could without any concern for her wellbeing. With every thrust backward her labia bulged obscenely as the knot stretched her out trying to escape her pussy. Just before it was ripped out entirely though it sank back in until the wolf’s furry balls pressed against her bloody hole.

Raesa was practically collapsed on the ground crying hysterically begging the wolf to stop. Her body was shaking terribly, her breath coming in ragged gasps and her face was bright red. I watched transfixed on their union listening to the loud squelching sounds that echoed in the room while I slowly fingered my slit.

Suddenly Raesa’s body tensed up, the wolf whined as it became unable to move with her pussy crushing its cock so tightly and her slit quivered letting a small stream of pink juices run out. After several moments of this Raesa completely collapsed from exhaustion as she had what I could only guess was one hell of a powerful orgasm.

The wolf yelped out and its furry sack twitched rhythmically as it emptied its seed into her. After several moments it pulled away, dismounting her until they were butt to butt with its cock still trapped inside her. Impatient to get free the wolf tried to pull away. I watched as her slit begun to bulge out until I could see the large fleshy knot wedged between her labia drenched in blood and cum.

The wolf whined and pulled harder scratching at the ground as it tried to get its cock free. I’m guessing it would have hurt but Raesa looked completely out of it so I guess she didn’t really feel it or take notice. After several more moments of pulling the wolf’s cock suddenly pulled free and she collapsed completely to the ground.

I stared silently at Raesa, her pussy was a mess, it was thoroughly stretched out and was flowing pink goo like a waterfall. I couldn’t help myself with my eyes fixed on that sight I came on my fingers. I quickly bit my lip to stop from moaning as I shuddered in orgasm.

When I recovered several moments later I wiped my fingers clean on my pants before slowly walking over to Raesa to make sure she was alright. She laid motionless completely unaware of my presence until I physically put my hands upon her face. With groggy vision she gazed up at me looking as pleased as if she had just seen an angel.

I told her I’d be right back and quickly took the wolves out of the room and locked them in the guest room next door. It was easy enough to do too because they had their noses practically glued to my crotch the entire time, I guess they caught a whiff of something they liked.

With the wolves locked away I went back to Raesa and quickly picked the lock on her collar setting her free. I helped her over to the bed to lie down then went downstairs quickly to get a basin of water and wash cloth.

As she laid practically dead to the world on the bed I cleaned her up washing the blood and cum from her thighs and crotch. When I was done I let her rest while I kept watch just in case the mage came back home.

When she finally regained some of her strength and managed to find her voice she began to talk to me. She explained how she found the house and snuck in. When she confronted the mage she was thrown against the wall by telekinesis and was knocked cold. When she woke up she was naked and chained down like a dog.

The woman watched as her wolves started raping her ripping through her hymen and taking her virginity away from her. Hearing that I felt kind of bad that I had let the wolves finish with her. It was one thing for them to fuck her but to have taken her virginity I could only imagine how she felt about that. When I lost my virginity it wasn’t exactly ideal but at least it was with my consent with a rather cute looking dark elf guy.

After she’d finished her tale I helped her dress and told her she could get some healing potions back at the sanctuary to help her out. I tried to talk her out of staying in the dark brotherhood after what happened but it seemed like arguing with a wall. She was determined to stay and become a skilled assassin, apparently even if it killed her.

For the next few hours we waited silently barely talking as we waited for the mage to return. Eventually I picked up the faint sound of footsteps from downstairs. I told Raesa to get ready and she joined me behind the door with a dagger in her hand.

A short while later the door creaked open and the woman walked in. She looked around seeming confused and a little bit frantic when she didn’t see Raesa chained up. Just as she turned around Raesa came up to her and slashed her across the throat. No surprise but she didn’t stop there she proceeded to hack away at the woman with her knife screaming all sorts of profanity and commenting about her virginity how she was specially saving it. Eventually I had to pull the dagger from her hands and tell her it was enough.

We left the woman lying in a pool of her own blood with over three dozen knife wounds on her body. As we left the house I paused briefly at the guest room to let the wolves out. Raesa suddenly rushed past me with the fires of revenge burning in her eyes. She attacked the wolves stabbing them wildly with her knife until they were lying bleeding on the ground whimpering in pain.

I frowned at the sight although they’d raped her I didn’t really feel they deserved what they got, then again I think if it had been me I probably would have done the same thing. Before we left I at least did the humane thing and made sure the wolves were dead.

When we got back to the sanctuary almost an hour later Raesa immediately disappeared in her room. I decided to let Ocheeva know she was back safely and informed her of what had transpired. Needless to say she was quite shocked.

I made sure to tell her to start giving Raesa some proper training if she’s to stay so she doesn’t get herself killed. Although honestly I can’t imagine it helping the least, it seems like too much of a game to her.

The rest of the day was rather uneventful aside from the odd conversation or two I had with the others. No surprise but Raesa kept herself locked in her room the whole time, she didn’t even come out to eat. My guess is she was busy crying her eyes out over what happened, can’t say I blame her.

This morning when I woke up I checked the arrow wound on my side, it’s actually the first time I’d thought about it in the last few days. The wound is fully healed but sadly I now have a small round scar where it was including another identical one on my back, but I guess it can’t be helped.

I expected Raesa to be locked in her room bawling her eyes out all day but apparently the girl bounced back relatively quickly. After breakfast I heard her busy in the training room. When I peaked in Ocheeva and Teinaava were busy explaining combat techniques to her and showing her how to perform them.

The day went relatively slow with not much happening. To kill a bit of time I sat down to read and also ended up spending some time in the alchemy lab brewing up potions and poisons. It wasn’t long after I’d begun that I found myself being shadowed by Raesa. She was watching me like a hawk taking note of my every movement.

After a minute or two I heard the inevitable words I knew were coming. She started begging me to teach her how to use the alchemy equipment and when I refused she decided to start pestering me about lock picking.

I told her coldly to stop bothering me and find someone else to teach her since I wasn’t the type to do that thing. Which wasn’t a lie, I don’t think I’m patient enough to teach someone new skills. Naturally she didn’t give up and kept pestering me.

Eventually I silently left the room and led her to the training hall. Without a word I grabbed a pair of practice shackles lying around and slapped them on her wrists with a post between her arms. I handed her a lock pick and told her to get practicing.

She was pissed off at first and yelled at me to release her but as I left her standing there she realized she had to get them off herself. As I left the room I passed Teinaava and told him Raesa wanted some help learning to pick locks. With that settled I decided to leave the sanctuary with a book for a bit of peace and quiet before Raesa could find me again.

Later that night when I was almost ready to head to bed Kiseena found me in my room. She told me she was going out drinking and she wanted me to join her. Not being the drinking type I was going to pass on it but once again I found myself being dragged out unwillingly.

What’s worse is she had me dress up “like a lady” or close to one anyway, in the clothes we bought a while ago. I managed to get enough objections in that my attire ended up being an elegant pair of pants with a shirt and a jacket over it.

Underneath though…she made me wear one of my special lingerie sets. The top was a see-through black thing with various little designs without any shoulder straps which left my nipples completely exposed. The bottom was no better it was almost the exact same thing and my slit could clearly be seen beneath the fabric.

As for Kiseena she had a pretty little white collar around her neck with gold earrings. For clothes she had a small white top with a matching skimpy white skirt with a pair of boots going up to her thighs. I caught a quick glimpse underneath her skirt at one stage and wasn’t all that surprised to find she wasn’t wearing any panties.

After I got changed Kiseena dumped a healthy dose of perfume all over me making me smell like an expensive rug. She also fixed my hair fluffing it up and brushing it until she had decided she could do all she could with it. As a final touch she had me put on a pair of gold earrings that hung downwards with a set of small diamonds.

With all the hassle I didn’t even need to ask what going out drinking would entail. It was clear she was planning for me to get fucked by a guy and she had the same thing in mind for herself. A while later we found ourselves at a place called the Cheydinhal Bridge Inn.

It was a large spacious two story building. The lower section had a nice bar, a fireplace and plenty of seating to sit down for a drink or meal. The upper section was nothing but bedrooms for sleeping or recreational activities.

At the time we went in the place was rather packed. There were adventurers, guards and towns people. Kiseena and myself sat down at the bar and ordered a round of drinks. She quickly downed her glass and ordered another while I sat silently nursing mine with a sip or two every now and then.

Before I knew it she had disappeared with a dashing male khajiit, her words not mine, to a corner of the inn where they were busy making out. As for me I was left sitting at the bar feeling like a complete idiot. I hadn’t much experience with guys nor was I even sure I wanted to be where I was. After sitting silently at the bar for a while I heard a man sit down next to me.

When I turned to look I was taken a bit by surprise. I’d expectedly some greasy drunk to try to come to me but the guy I saw was a handsome male dark elf. He had beautiful shining black hair down to his shoulders with deep dark red eyes that seemed to glimmer in the light. His clothes were a magnificent black silk outfit, the kind you’d expect a high class noble or even a count to wear.

As I looked at him I felt my heart start to race and something about him made me feel like I was melting from heat. Feeling a bit embarrassed I turned away with my cheeks flushing deep crimson.

Paying no attention to my embarrassment the man politely introduced himself as Sethdril. I turned back to him and told him my name. He smiled warmly and mentioned how uncomfortable I looked. With a sigh I explained to him how Kiseena had dragged me out and he started to laugh.

From there we struck up a conversation. He told me he would be in the area for a while as he was somewhat of a trader. When it came to me I kind of shyed away from the subject, I knew I couldn’t tell him the truth but I didn’t exactly want to start spouting lies left and right either.

Somewhere between the talking, the alcohol and the racing feeling in my chest we found ourselves upstairs in a corner. At first it was just some light kissing, he held me tightly as he fondled my ass with a hand while he kissed his way along my neck.

Suddenly he pulled away, with my hand in his he gently pulled me along leading me toward a bedroom. Inside I found myself pushed against the wall. He pulled my shirt open and lightly kissed his way along my chest, passing over my stomach and pausing at the belt of my pants.

Instead of undoing it he came back up to me and kissed me deeply. He took me in his arms and carried me to the bed where he gently laid me down. While he kissed me he fumbled with my belt pulling it open and sliding my pants down my legs. I quickly kicked them off before going for his shirt with my hands and pulling it open.

I stared as his muscular chest for several moments then found myself being cradled in his arms gently as he begun to kiss me all over again. I’d never had a guy act so passionately toward me, so gentle and strong. Despite my usual strong attitude I felt almost helpless and at his mercy. I was drunk with his presence and at that moment I felt just how I thought a woman truly felt.

He slowly removed my bra and as my breasts came into view he took my right one into his mouth. I let out a light gasp as he sucked on my nipple gnawing on it lightly with his teeth. He pulled his head back lifting my breast by my nipple with his mouth. I moaned as my breast stretched outward and just before it became painful he lowered his head back down sucking as hard as he could on my nipple.

I gasped out from the sensations and already I could feel my pussy moistening from his manipulation. As I begun to think I couldn’t take anymore he suddenly switched to my other breast repeating the process all over again.

When he finally pulled away I was laying there panting for breath, my face flushed with my breasts sticky with his saliva. He smiled down at me for several moments before hooking his fingers on the waistband of my panties and slowly drawing them down until they joined my clothes on the floor.

He stared hungrily at my hairless slit and gently stroked it with a set of fingers. As he did I could hear light squelching noises and I’m sure my pussy was already leaking with my juices. He suddenly paused in his manipulations and removed the rest of his clothes revealing his body to me.

His entire body was perfect, muscular and hairless with his cock standing erect. His shaft looked to be about eight inches long and as thick as several of my fingers together. I thought he was going to enter me then and there but instead he laid beside me on the bed with his back perched against the frame and pulled me toward his lap.

I blushed as my face came to a stop inches from his cock. I glanced up at him then silently took it in my hands. With my right hand holding it at the base I took the head in my mouth. I rolled my tongue around it gently taking in the taste. If it makes any sense it tasted somewhat fruity and his crotch smelt of fresh exotic perfume.

I flicked the head with my tongue and rolled it about pulling his foreskin back and forth. After several seconds of this I held his cock tightly in my hand and slide forward. I relaxed my throat and slowly let it slide in until my lips were pressed against his skin. I gently moved back and forth a few times before I had to pull away as I almost felt like gagging. I wasn’t used to giving blowjobs and I definitely wasn’t used to deep-throating guys.

By then I could feel my juices pouring down my thighs so I decided I didn’t want to waste anymore time. I straddled his waist and held his shaft tightly upright as I slowly lowered myself down. I let out a content sigh as I sank down until I felt my labia pressed against his skin. His cock felt so warm, so hard and I could feel it pulsing inside me gently to the beat of his heart.

He grabbed my ass with his hands and pulled me toward him forcing my crotch tightly against his. I didn’t realize I was so close to orgasm but at that moment I came. I threw my arms around his neck holding him tightly as my body quivered and I groaned out. My pussy tightened on his cock massaging it sensually as my muscles clenched and released rapidly as I came.

When my orgasm ended a while later he told me that he hoped I wasn’t done. I couldn’t help smile at that since it was usually the guy who came so quick. I unwrapped my arms from him and positioned them on his shoulders.

With a good grip I pulled back slightly then slowly raised myself up. His cock slowly began sliding out of my pussy so I glanced down to look at our union. His cock was soaked in my juices, I could see thick blobs of it running down the length of his shaft causing it to glisten brightly in the low lighting. My labia was no better it was stretched around his shaft tightly and my pussy was literally drooling on his cockhead as it was held inside me.

In an instant I sank myself back down on him. I felt my pussy stretching open again as his slick cock sank effortlessly into me until his balls pressed against my ass. I squeezed my muscles several times enjoying the feel of his hard shaft before I began to move. Slowly I started a steady pace rising myself up off his cock only to sink back down on it moments later.

As we continued loud squelching sounds echoed in the room from my wet pussy. After a while I started to feel a warm wetness pressing against my ass every time I sank down on him. I glanced down to see what it was quickly noticing my juices had poured over his balls coating them in my cream and that was what I was feeling. I blushed red slightly with embarrassment and quickly turned away.

As I bounced happily on his cock he took my breasts in his hands and squeezed them firmly. I gasped as he begun to maul them squeezing them into various shapes and massaging the tender flesh in just the right spots.

His hands pulled away and he pressed his mouth to my left breast. I moaned softly as my nipple was sucked into his mouth and he began gnawing on it lightly with his teeth switching every so often to a gentle sucking. He switched between my breasts every so often back and forth repeating the motions on them.

My breath grew heavy and I could feel my pussy becoming a burning hot wet furnace that tried desperately to choke his hard cock half to death as I drew closer to orgasm. After a while he pulled away from my breasts and grabbed my nipples with his fingers with either hand. I felt his fingertips dig in sharply and in an instant I felt him pull with such force that it felt like he was trying to tear them off entirely.

I squealed loudly in pain, the sheer force that he used to pull on my nipples hurt like hell. It took several moments for my brain to take in my senses but I suddenly realized I was cumming. My body shuddered and spasmed uncontrollably. My pussy started clamping down so tightly it felt like I was literally choking his cock. Most of all I felt my juices pouring from my opening soaking his balls and the sheet below in my cream.

Sethdril grabbed my ass tightly with his hands and groaned loudly. I was still twitching from my orgasm as I felt his warm sticky seed pour into my heated pussy. I felt it filling me entirely soothing the incredible heat inside me and leaving a gentle warmth deep inside.

After a while I felt him gently lifting my body and turning us over. He laid me gently on the bed with my head against the pillows before pulling his softening cock from my opening. I laid there silently panting for breath as I felt his seed slowly seeping out from between my labia.

We rested for a while until to my surprise he gently turned me over and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed so my feet pressed against the floor with my butt in the air. I wasn’t so sure I could handle another hard fucking like we’d just done but I just laid there silently letting him do as he pleased. After several moments I felt his hard shaft press against my tightly closed asshole.

My eyes widened in surprise but before I could protest he grabbed my waist and thrust his cock forward at my asshole. I gasped out as the head of his cock slipped in. I grabbed the sheets tightly and gritted my teeth while trying to relax my ass so he could slide in easier. I’d expected a lot of pain since I’d never done anal sex before but to my amazement I felt his cock very slowly ease forward sinking into my bowels with nothing but a mild discomfort.

Suddenly his shaft came to a stop inside me and I felt his balls pressed tightly against my cum dripping slit. I clenched my asshole briefly to make sure I was really feeling what I thought I was then I let out a heavy breath and turned back to look at him.

He smiled at me and stroked a hand along my back while rubbing my ass gently with the other. He told me to relax and let him know when I was ready to continue. I turned back and gazed at the pillows while panting slightly for breath with my face flushed red.

My asshole felt horribly stretched around his cock but it wasn’t painful. The sheer fact of what was happening excited me a little and I couldn’t help growing wetter as his balls sat motionless against my sticky labia. After several moments I took a deep breath then turned back toward him and said I was ready.

As he gently withdrew I felt my asshole stretching outward as my opening clung tightly to his cock not wanting to let it go. I felt every part of his shaft as it left me, every grove and bump. The slight bulge of the veins on his skin caused me to quiver from the odd sensation.

He paused with just the tip of his cock inside me. I took a deep breath and squeezed the tip of his shaft rhythmically with my opening enjoying the odd stretching sensation I felt. As I squeezed down he suddenly pushed forward sinking back into me and I moaned in surprise at the pleasure it gave.

At the time my asshole was so tightly closed that the slightest move caused a rush of pleasure and feelings, coupled with the strange sensation of my hole stretching I found myself panting heavily for breath.

As his balls came to rest against my labia again I could feel my juices and his cum streaming down my thighs. I quickly decided if we kept going so slow I’d go crazy or cum before I even had a chance to get a feel what anal sex was like. With that thought in mind I gripped the sheets tightly in my hands and began to move sawing my ass back and forth on his cock.

As I began to fuck myself on his shaft he began thrusting his hips to match my movements. Before long any discomfort I had felt had disappeared to be replaced by incredible pleasure. I felt his cock gliding effortlessly in and out of my asshole. The sound of his balls slapping against my sloppy pussy echoed in the room as we fucked.

I only managed to hold on for a few minutes before I felt my asshole spasming as pleasure wracked my body causing me to twitch all over as I came. I could feel my juices pouring down my thighs. My ass clenched so tightly shut that having his cock inside me became almost painful.

Just as I thought I was regaining control of my senses and coming down from my high I felt a rush of hot fluid flood my bowels. He grabbed my thighs tightly as his cum filled my ass. The hot warmth of it poured across my insides causing me to twitch slightly and moan in response.

When he finally slid his cock out of me I laid collapsed on the bed unable to move. I could feel his cum slowly leaking out of both my holes and I could only imagine how messy my thighs looked. I barely had a moment to think as exhaustion overtook me and I slipped away to sleep.

This morning when I woke up I felt…off. My body felt heavy and sore, especially my asshole which had received a good stretching. My eyes were tired too and my stomach felt horribly queasy. I’m not sure if it was the amazing sex last night or if I’m coming down with a cold.

As expected Sethdril was already gone by the time I woke I was left lying naked in bed alone with the sheets disheveled with his semen and my own juices dried on my inner thighs. I slowly crawled out of bed, cleaned myself up and straightened up before getting dressed. As I changed I found a letter on the nightstand from Sethdril asking me to meet him at noon on the small island in Cheydinhal.

I pocketed it and headed downstairs finding Kiseena sitting at a table busy eating breakfast. Seeing my worn out look she started laughing and told me I obviously wasn’t used to it. I gave her a light smile and sat down across from her. She immediately reached into her pocket and pulled out a small white vial which she sat on the table.

I took the vial and stared at it curiously for several moments before looking at Kiseena. She grinned slyly and told me it was a day after elixir to prevent pregnancy. Hearing those words I turned pale as it suddenly dawned on me that I had taken no precaution what so ever. I quickly drank down the vial and Kiseena told me it’d ensure I wouldn’t fall pregnant.

As I sat the empty vial down on the table Kiseena called a waitress over to order me some breakfast. As I started to chow down on a healthy breakfast of meat, veggies and juice Kiseena asked me about last night. I was kind of reluctant to tell her but for some reason I couldn’t help smile. In the end we exchanged stories and both agreed we had the time of our lives last night.

After breakfast we headed back to the sanctuary and I quickly changed clothes. I tried to read a book or practice training a bit but I couldn’t focus on anything. My mind was stuck on Sethdril and the meeting we had planned for noon, nothing else seemed to matter.

I got to the small island in Cheydinhal ten minutes early and still found Sethdril sitting on a rock by the water waiting for me. Seeing him I felt a warmth in my heart and smile creep across my face. Not wasting a moment I rushed over to greet him.

We spent the rest of the day wandering around town looking through the shops. Eventually we stopped under a tree and sat next to each other with his arm around my shoulder. I lent my head against his chest relaxing in his warm embrace. Time felt like it was standing still and I felt as if I could have stayed there forever just enjoying the feeling.

Eventually though Sethdril had work to attend to and we had to part ways. I went back to the sanctuary with a smile lingering on my face. That night as I laid down my thoughts were filled of him and the lovely day we’d spent together.

After breakfast this morning Ocheeva came to talk to me and asked me if I was ready to do another job. I nodded and asked her what it was about. She pulled a scroll from her pocket and unrolled it showing me a stretch. Seeing it I turned as white as a sheet, on it was a drawing of Sethdril.

Ocheeva began to explain to me the details of my mission but her words barely reached my ears. Suddenly I was snapped out of my daze as I heard her calling me. She looked at me concerned and asked if I wanted someone else to handle it. I took the sketch from her and stared at it silently for several moments before shaking my head.

Still in somewhat of a daze I slowly walked back to my room. I grabbed my dagger and left the sanctuary to go to Cheydinhal Bridge Inn. As expected I found Sethdril sitting down eating breakfast at one of the tables. I stood at the doorway of the inn staring at him, every so often I’d glance down at my dagger as I thought about things. For some reason things felt odd, I felt uneasy and I wasn’t so sure I should go through with the mission.

Eventually I walked over to Sethdril and told him we needed to talk. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and followed me upstairs to his room. Inside I stared down at my dagger in my hand while my back was to him. He asked me what was wrong but I just stood there silently as my thoughts continued to nag at me. Suddenly without warning I turned around and stabbed him through the heart with my dagger.

His eyes widened in shock and he fell to his knees as his strength slowly left him. I apologized to him, casting my eyes down toward my feet I explained that I was in the dark brotherhood and I’d been asked to kill him when I woke up this morning. When I glanced up I saw a faint smile on his face before he collapsed to the floor dead.

I stared silently at his body watching his blood pool out onto the floor. As I stood there my vision began to cloud. I brought my hand up to my face and realized I was crying. I couldn’t understand it at first but as I stared at his body the tears began to flow more freely. For the first time in my life I felt bad about what I’d done and I quickly started to regret it.

After a while I collapsed to the ground hugging my shoulders as I cried. With each tear things became clearer to me and I realized why I had second thoughts about the job and why I had been in a daze when I’d heard of it. I finally realized what I had felt for him was love and I was too stupid to realize it sooner. Now…he’s gone…

It’s been two days since I last wrote in my journal. For the past two days I’ve been a wreck. Never in my life had I felt so horrible, so cold, so alone. I spent most of the time crying when I couldn’t cry anymore I just sat there staring into nothing.

It was Kiseena who had found me after I’d killed him. Apparently when she heard about the job Ocheeva gave me she raced out to find me but, she found me a bit late. She took me in her arms and hugged me closely. All I could do was cry and ask her repeatedly why I’d done it and why I cared so much.

Sadly though she didn’t have any answers, I’m not sure I even needed to hear them anyway. Kiseena comforted me a lot and if it weren’t for her staying by my side most of the time I’m not sure I could have kept my sanity.

I realize there’s nothing I can do to change things. So all I can do is try to get over what I did. Kiseena said I’d find others I love and I truly hope so. I’d hate to have ruined my one and only chance at love because of my stupidity. One thing I did do though is I promised myself, I promised that if I ever had any doubts again about killing someone I’d hold off until I knew why. It’s not much, but maybe it’s a lesson that’ll serve me well in the future.

This is a list of all the various alchemy recipes I’ve made, found in books or have been taught. I figured I better start writing them down to avoid confusion and mix ups, since you really can’t afford them in alchemy. At least at the back of my journal I’ll always be able to find the recipes and I’ll never lose them.

Potions

Cure Disease
Effects: Cure Disease
Ingredients 1: Clannfear Claws, Mandrake Root
Ingredients 2: Clannfear Claws, Elf Cup Cap
Ingredients 3: Clannfear Claws, Root Pulp
Ingredients 4: Mandrake Root, Elf Cup Cap
Ingredients 5: Mandrake Root, Root Pulp
Instructions: Grind ingredients into a fine powder using a mortar and pestle, even after excessive mixing it’ll remain somewhat gritty. Mix with any liquid for easy drinking, ordinary clear water is the safest though.

Invisibility (High Purity)
Effects: Invisibility
Ingredients 1: Aloe Vera Leaves, Hound Tooth, Motherwort Sprig, Stinkhorn Cap
Notes: Upon drinking the potion should effectively last about 30 minutes that’s assuming the ingredients are high quality and were carefully purified.

Restore Health (High Purity)
Effects: Restore Health
Ingredients 1: Aloe Vera Leaves, Ambrosia, Boar Meat, Cairn Bolete Cap
Ingredients 2: Daedra Heart, Dragon’s Tongue, Fly Amanita Cap, Green Stain Shelf Cap
Notes: Applying this potion to wounds and drinking a portion of it will allow minor wounds to be healed within a day. For treatment of heavy wounds repeated usage is required but will take only one to two weeks depending on the intensity of the wound

Restore Magicka
Effects: Restore Magicka
Ingredients 1: Bog Beacon Asco Cap
Ingredients 2: Flax Seeds
Ingredients 3: Lichor
Ingredients 4: Steel Blue Entoloma Cap
Ingredients 5: Void Salts
Ingredients 6: Blackberry, Fire Salts
Ingredients 7: Blackberry, Stinkhorn Cap
Ingredients 8: Blackberry, Water Hyacinth Nectar
Ingredients 9: Fire Salts, Stinkhorn Cap

The Warriors Prayer
Effects: Invisibility, Restore Magicka, Restore Fatigue, Restore Health
Ingredients 1: Aloe Vera Leaves, Stinkhorn Cap, Blackberry, Fly Aminata Cap

Water Breathing
Effects: Water Breathing
Ingredients 1: White Seed Pod, Dreugh Wax
Ingredients 2: White Seed Pod, Onion
Ingredients 3: White Seed Pod, Scales

Poisons

Paralyze
Effects: Paralyze
Ingredients 1: Clannfear Claws, Fennel Seeds
Ingredients 2: Milk Thistle Seeds, Daedra Venin
Ingredients 3: Milk Thistle Seeds, Fennel Seeds
Ingredients 4: Milk Thistle Seeds, Clannfear Claws
Ingredients 5: Milk Thistle Seeds, Harrada

Silent Reckoning
Effects: Damage Health, Damage Magicka, Damage Fatigue, Fire Damage, Silence
Ingredients 1: Spiddle Stick, Imp Gall, Rat Meat, Motherwort Sprig
Ingredients 2: Spiddle Stick, Imp Gall, Rat Meat, Mort Flesh

To be Continued

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